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oops - LC 1991
DAY 6
...and God made the world in 6 days, which was a good effort.
I know. I've been a "creative artist" for 6 days days now and I haven't produced anything like a whole world.
But here is a picture of the world being squished, which I made in much less than six days.
The seventh day is a rest day. Just as well, because God's got lots of work to do on day 8.
Let the Spirit of YOU emerge.
By hiding behind ones fears we only cause confusion to others.
Someone in My Life in 1989 - LC 1989
The Fifth Day (of my being as an artist)
Today I am pulling up my metaphorical pants.
Don't worry, I can pull them down again any time, in fact i just did, but then I pulled them up again. Later on I might pull them down again because that's the sort of artist I am, and have been for 5 days now.
Being True to ourselves, we are also true to others.
Train to the Cup - LC 1998
Dream Journal:
Last night I dreamt I was on a train, but I'm not going to say whether or not I had any pants on. If it was the case that I didn't have any pants on then it wouldn't have been embarrassing because I would have had myself well covered up with towels and bags and things, but i'm not even going to go into whether or not I had any pants on because it's neither here nor there, it's just a dream and I'm not going to say what my pants situation was, so lets just move on from that whole lack of pants thing, shall we.
Now, I may or may not have had any pants on, but my train was speeding along nicely. So in my fourth day as an artist I may or may not have finished any paintings or drawings, and I may or may not be in control of my life, but the train I'm on is speeding along nicely to a fantastic destination in the hills overlooking the ocean and it's a beautiful day. There's more to this dream, but blogDreams have a way of just ending...
Be still... as there is nothing more beautiful than the stillness of the mind.
Fields of Plenty - Drawing on a piece of brown wrapping paper - LC 2002
DAY THREE (of being an artist)
I'm thinking about money and the power of love.
Money is a material representation of the work we do for each other, and the work we do for each other is a material representation of our love for each other. In essence, the exchange of money is the exchange of love. Giving money is a way to express our love for each other. Now i've never told him this before but, "I love you, Bill Gates".
Giving is the greatest gift you can offer to yourself and others, and it will be returned ten fold… if you believe it.
WinGoalFeast - Drawing on Newspaper - LC 1999
Delta Alpha Yankee Tango Whiskey Oscar - (Day Two)
My second day as an artist was invigorating and relaxing, almost erotic; like swinging on a spiritual rainforest vine melding itself to my shape as we swung through the day. I haven't actually got any work done as yet but the night is young. And when I say work, of course I mean... aRT, with a capital A. Not getting anything done all day does sound a bit like procrastination i know, but I was thinking about things, which also sounds like procrastination, although, as I've already made clear, the night has only just begun and the midnight hours have an enticing red light in the window...
This drawing, WinGoalFeast, is a part of a series of Drawings on Newspaper presently under way and which will one day, soon, become my first as yet unorganised exhibition. I go now to work on number 11 in the series, which is the lemon tree in my back yard.
I am guided by my own power doubled.
Room at Olinda - Cocky Feather Quill & mixed media - LC 1999.
DAY ONE.
Up bright and early at 11:30am.
But daylight saving ended yesterday so it was really only 10:30. It's good to be an early bird again.
Many years ago, after I got 9 out of 10 for colouring-in beetroots in grade 2, I promised myself that I was going to be an artist by the time I turned 50. Why I gave myself so long I have no idea, probably because I thought I had time, which was a big mistake because now I bloody AM 50 and I have to get a wriggle on. So this it, no more frittering away of time, no more lagging, lingering, loitering or lollygagging.
Today is Day One of my new life as an artist...
(really)
Place aside all of your fears and recognise there are infinite possibilities and opportunities for you to fulfill.
