As long as the effort is applied from a place of compassion and service, the cultivated skills of an artist can be a gateway to a higher understanding.
The path of creation can become a path back home. The artist's process of creation can have the power of alchemy -- the power of magical transformation.
How much of our regard hides contempt for their radius because of their recrudescence? How often do we seek surrogates to support our need to connect with something more humane? How ably do artists embrace this task, however restricted their role?
She is a living mandala of light and shadow, and she owes you nothing; she is the cocooned Creatrix unfurling wings so fragile they would crumble in sunlight.
As an artist with many other non-artistic things to do, I have often found it difficult to switch gears. Then I changed my mindset on the whole coming-home-from-work thing. I'm an artist when I take out the trash. I'm an artist who just happens to answering phones. I'm an artist who is writing ...
Deeply disheartened in her marriage, yet pregnant with her second child, my mother had put all of her winter hope into her garden. When her flower beds were destroyed that spring, she got down on all fours, her round belly caressing the earth, and ran her fingers through the soil, desperately ...
Sometimes we have to let people go, even when we don’t want to, even if we never imagined a future without them. Sometimes we have no choice, so we have to make peace with that, as hard as it is. We can struggle against it, we can resist. Or we can set the other person free, and set ourselves ...
When I looked at people who were still in love with their artwork and their creative expression, I saw that they gave it a certain space to truly expand and evolve. They treated it with the reverence it deserved, and because of that, they stayed utterly enthralled with their work.
This explains why, in the past, I’ve played the parental figure in most of my relationships, or why I enjoy shooting the shit with the elderly patrons that frequent my neighborhood café.