painting struggle

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poetry

On a fence

snowy owl on a perch
are you frozen like the birch
or is it a moment a twinge in time

aloft with your push, from feet and from wing
eyes piercing the ground as you fly
or are you frozen

like the birch

Art Philosophy Poetry

Art is communication, a voice based on many contradictions, beauty, technique, meaning. When art becomes successful it is because translation of its voice may be achieved by the masses, past present and future for the human species, not from a outward approach of conceptual ideas which contradict the meaning itself, but by exposing from within, the very nature if timeless space-less consciousness, the ultimate goal.

I am feeling as a new born in my knowledge of self, out from the walls of humanities ignorance. To understanding of infancy not ordained being. I am nothing other than self and everything is nothing other than me.

Today is tomorrow from yesterdays past, so in this moment I set to my task, to have a great day asking nothing in return, tomorrow what happens I can wait to learn.

These are difficult times for humanity, lost in a direction of fruitless journey's based on material sources for reality in simple basic conceptions of life. My art has opened the infinite wonder of being for me, in its expression others may join in the knowledge.