LEE CRIPPS - ARTIST

Spiritual Surgery

3/15/2020

Evaluating one's own sense of self worth has always, at least for myself, been an emotional experience rather than an intellectual exercise.
Of late, this exercise has been one of exorcising demons, if you will. I have found myself running, slipping and sliding headfirst, rounding the corner toward the half century mark and dragging my single parent butt around the town in search for a new rental abode. Times are tough, choices are few (and outrageously expensive!)and competition is fierce - and I just may LITERALLY be the worst at selling myself. Oh to be a young, professional couple with no kids, no pets and no personality - jk!
These fun times are low blows to the ole, already waning ego and it's been an impactful struggle to man up and carry on, chin high in the air. My sense of self worth has been deflated and left on the beach in a rain storm. And yesterday I felt less than zero.
I got myself up late this morning and after drinking a full pot of coffee and ungluing my eyeballs from the senseless phone scrolling, I forced myself to start meditating, not really having any high hopes for a valuable experience. I asked for a different perspective on the situation. I asked (as I usually do) to see ultimate Truth. To see past the conditioning and colonizing and domestication we've all gone through for centuries. To see deeper. And more. With my heart.
After the blessing I immersed myself into the Spirit World. I felt foggy. But then shapes came and I saw clearly a rainbow, with a pot of gold at the end. A good omen! I felt happy. Then I saw a ladle, something that appears periodically, I associate it with nourishment from the Universe, it poured gold all over me and I washed my face in it. Then I drank it. After that They made a paste from gold and elm wood ashes. They opened my chest, told me my heart had been broken too many times, and they coated it with this strengthening plaster. Then they took fire and put it in my left eye, for the passionate self, and a dragon's egg in my right eye, to see Spiritual Truth. It was a great woman in many robes, performing this Spiritual Surgery...A Shaman.
I can't yet relay an effect, but I feel consoled. An amazing experience for which I'm so grateful and will no doubt require further rumination . We shall see what will come of it.
Love to each of you - and to myself. <3

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A Gift from Yemaya

1/5/2020

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I had a moment of clarity this morning, while pushing through my eliptical, post meditation workout, regarding the path I've been on . It was one of those moments where everything seems so clear, and the dots are connected for you, before your very eyes.
There are times in my life where I feel strongly compelled, to do something, sometimes it makes sense and other times it doesn't, but I try to follow my intuition whenever possible. It was 8 years ago that I reached out to begin volunteering at a local gallery which lead me down an amazing career path, but also down an incredible journey of the Spirit. It was in my first year, then, after taking over as the gallery coordinator, that an artist friend took me to Tatamagouche to take part in a small drumming circle and journey meditation with her friend, the daughter of a Shaman.
I've always been a seeker, compelled to seek out God and a deeper connection spiritually to All That Is. I've tried different Churches and groups, dabbled with Buddhism and have very much enjoyed the Iconography and connection to Mary through the Rosary in the Catholic Church, so heartachingly beautiful. But I was not prepared for the impact of the journey on which I was about to embark.
It was a small smudging ceremony with which we started and then my journey began, I was wide open and it was a great journey first led through acres of a snowy desert by an imposing Polar Bear, after which I was visited by two Owls - my Great-Grandparents who raised me and have long since passed. The messages were loud and clear, a flood of tears poured from my eyes and I emerged forever changed...
I've continued this manner of meditation since and have been blessed with many astounding moments of revelation and I still hunger for that deep connection to God - a direct line, a Holy embrace. This morning was no different and some days have a stronger connection than others - just like my cell phone! ;)
I always start with a blessing and intention prayer, and very soon after "entering the Spirit Realm," among other beings, I saw a great Gargoyle, so I hopped on and off we went flying through miles of clouds and sky, then off into the stars. Very suddenly a gargantuan Figure began to rise up before me. She was glorious, near mermaid but far more important, a Divine Spirit, a Goddess, like few I've seen before. We were in the Ocean. She was great and kind and Love and so very beautiful, I was awestruck and couldn't hear her, distracted by Her beauty. Vast robes of endless blues, a crown of Jewels with many points and the most intricate structure of jewelled adornments upon her shoulders and bodice I've ever seen. She was Good. The most Divine Good. Finally She parted and left me a gift in a box tied with ribbon. I opened it - "open it slowly," I heard. Untying the bow and cherishing every second, every movement. I removed the lid to find a small frog statuette, which, when I held to lift out of the box, was actually the handle atop the lid of a white cauldron. Inside the cauldron was a Lotus Flower. "Eat it," I heard Her whisper, so I did and then She held out a spoon and I drank the Moon's sustenance once again. I spent the final moments of meditation in amazement. This was a big one...
After every meditation I look up the symbolism I've received to glean meaning. I've never seen this Woman before so I searched 'Ocean Goddess' and found Yemaya, of whom I've not heard before. But all the depictions I've come across are similar to what was presented to me... "Yemaja’s themes are providence, blessing, luck and fertility. Her symbols are fish, the color blue and the crescent moon. Yemaja, the Nigerian Goddess of flowering water, bears a name that literally means ‘fish mother!’ read more here: https://journeyingtothegoddess.wordpress.com/2012/02/10/goddess-yemaja/
This morning I realized two things, God is not a singular Deity with Whom we can communicate, God is All Things, Everywhere, in Every Realm and can speak to you in endless ways, you just have to be open to it. I also realized that this past 7 years have been quite a journey, not only of heart, art, career... but very much of Spirit, and I continue to receive many gifts from the Universe of Spirits, of God and feel strongly that this is a great transitional period that I'm in (we're all in).
The past Seven years have been very much like that snowy desert of the soul I first encountered, I've learned so much and I'd like to think I've grown as a person in phenomenal ways - still not perfect but striving towards living a compassionate, loving, creative and joyful life, and being able to drink in moments of wonder and joy, being able to accept and feel worthy of love from others and to reciprocate it, and most of all, appreciating myself for all that I am, holistically and wholly, a Divine being, as are we all. <3

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The Twelve Days of Solstice - Gifts from the Spirits 12-21-12

12/21/2019

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.In these days leading up to the hinging of two decades, I've been granted many gifts... a mystical twelve days of Solstice, so to speak. A journey to end a decade of faulty footing and feeling my way with my fingertips, dragging my poor night vision behind me - I should have eaten more carrots!

"Well, auspicious days ahead!" Shout the Spirits from Timeless Spacelessness, from the Interior External, from the Heavens above and below. So, as I ponder the past and set intentions for the coming decade, here is my 'Magical Mystical Tour' of [some of] the Twelve days of Solstice as gifted me by my generous and loving Spirit Guides (please forgive the clunky rhyming and timing)...

On the first day of Solstice my Spirits granted me a talisman fashioned as Great Pig. "If you discover Pig as your Spirit Animal it could be that your life is about to flourish. In Greek tradition Demeter, an earth Goddess who also held dominion over fruitfulness; had a Pig companion. The Pig totem also brings good luck, particularly with money. Some gamblers carry Pig figurines as an amulet with this in mind."

On the second day of Solstice my Spirits gave to me a great Raven in flight. The Raven ascended in a meditation this week, in flight over a tremendous monolithic wall that I had built. As she ascended on the other side, I saw her dance joyfully and eat the flames of fire that licked the ground around her. A message of conquering the fears that keep me down...

On the third day of Solstice my Spirits gave to me great mountains shifting and moving themselves... This week I succumbed to the common cold, fully loaded with excruciating sinus pain and fever. On the most feverish night I dreamt deeply and vividly of what I thought at first to be rocks falling from a mountain, the start of an avalanche, I feared! But twin guides appeared and revealed that the rocks weren't falling, they were actually shifting. The two mountains were moving themselves! I marvelled at the spectacle, then my Raven guide (a common thread throughout these journeys, lit before me, grew great, long legs and danced for joy once again as the excitement mounts for the start of a shiny new Beginning.

On the fourth day of Solstice my Spirits gave to me an afternoon spent with my most musest of muses, Mr. David Bowie. <3 In keeping with the auspiciousness of the mystical gifts, I was granted only last night, an afternoon with a generous, kindred hearted David Bowie. His face wore the gauntly beautiful Bowie of the 70s, and our hearts connected deeply intimately as we discussed all matters of the Spirit. He is kind and I share gleefully all the recurring dreams I've had of the two of us spending countless hours together discussing plans to collaborate on art projects and talk creativity. Our time together ended with him peering deeply into my eyes before dropping me at my door. I love you David Bowie. A perfect gift.

On the fifth day of Solstice my Spirits gave to me a big, fat golden diamond ring... whatever that means. ;)

On the sixth day of Solstice my Spirits gave to me a deep connection to the Great Sea. The Ocean called this morning, Solstice morning, sending me dancing Dolphins, Puffer Fish and Whales as I entered my Solstice meditation. Deep emotions of Solstice celebration and joy. I've always felt a connection to the Ocean. The great feminine energy and Power ebbing and flowing with ferocity and calm. Her presence is tangible, the weight of Goddess Influence, the flow of emotional reign. I feel it so strongly at times, I could cup my hands a splash my face with salinous dew...

On the seventh day of Solstice my Spirits gave to me a Heavenly Sword to wield before me. again during this morning's Solstice meditation, a Beautiful sword was placed before me - embedded in a stone, of course, and I retrieved it with ease. I carried it out before me and it gave me the confidence I sought and I heard Them say, "You already have what you need, but this will help you feel it." My cache of Spiritual weaponry and tools continues to grow....

On the eighth day of Solstice my Spirits gave to me a transformation into a Creature of the Sea. Today's Solstice Meditation also sank me down to the depths of the deepest Ocean, where I scuttled across the dark sand with creatures unknown to man. I then suddenly transformed into a mermaid of unparalleled beauty. I swam with grace, strength and speed through the heavy waters, forcefully breaking the surface and propelling myself, once again, over a monolithic wall. I flew through the Heavens and blue skies, through rainbows, passed Hummingbirds and Doves and Gulls, and dove down into a shimmering pool of gold... exalting peace.

On the ninth day of Solstice my Spirits gave to me a Phoenix rising from a great Flame. A perfect way to end my journey thus far. A rejuvenation, rebirth, and reinvention of self. Perhaps the next 3 days will shed more light on the coming year, who's to know? I'm left with hope and a little more lightness to my being. I cherish these moments and journeys, and consider them to truly be gifts from Heaven, from God, from the Spirit World.

I wish you all lingering afternoons with your musest of muses and ample auspicious omens, and may your eyes be open to all that you truly have. Blessings to each of you at this pivot, and may the most enchanting enchantments cross this coming decade's threshold.

Peace and Love <3

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An Open Door

9/22/2019

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I love to meditate. I love connecting to the Universe and gleaning messages from the Spirits, God, Ancestors, Everything out there. Or in here.
Usually my meditation is a journey meditation wrapped up like a gift in layers of blessings and prayer and ritual. A process to create a gateway into the Heavens and meet with my guides. It's delicious and so fulfilling. I feel my spirit grow every time I meditate this way.
Lately I've had the opportunity to speak a number of times with a woman, Floria, who told me to meditate daily and enjoy the experience more often. I balked, saying I don't always have time for such a lengthy process. She said, Just do it. Fifteen minutes, remove some of the ritual and save that for when you do have time...
So I tried. Not only did I remove the ritual, but I've been meditating while sitting on the couch, morning coffee still in hand. I still say a small prayer and have an intention in place but I'm doing it. And guess what? It's working! I can still connect and feel that interaction. I'm thrilled and often moved by this daily experience. Thank you Floria.
That's not the end of this post though...
Since the storm, Dorian blew through, my Crow family have been acting strange and not coming to get the food I put out for them anymore. I've also been decluttering and have removed a LOT of feathers from my house, which, instead of burying ceremoniously and respectfully, I thought, I'll do that later, and threw them haphazardly into the back yard. Perhaps the Crows took offense, or thought the feather pile was a crow.... Anyhow, I mourn the loss of their friendship and pray for their return.
Another recent change was the acquiring of an eliptical which I've been using in place of running outside - being a fair weather runner, I don't enjoy the cold, dark and windy mornings of Fall/Winter. Thus depriving myself of the meditative connection I enjoy with nature that I get from from outdoor running.
This morning , as I was enjoying the calm of Sunday morning coffee, revelling in the peace of post-birthday party, pre-waking up of the sleepover guest and the daughter, I decided to do my "coffee meditation".
Among other Spirits, I saw a fledgling Crow, He was very small and not very strong, new and vulnerable. I took Him in my arms and swaddled Him and loved Him.
"Go running," I heard. Okay. I said... thinking, "is that just my guilt for all the cookies and cake I ate at the party yesterday? "
"Go running. Every day," I heard.
"I don't know if I can...." I thought. That's a tall order.
So I thanked the Spirits and got dressed and went running. A beautiful day. I took many photos of the gorgeous Halifax Harbour as usual, still thinking, why on Earth would the Universe tell me to go running?
I ran my usual route - about 5k - and enjoyed the sunshine and the water... as I rounded the corner, feeling pretty good, I stopped dead in my tracks. The LOVE TREE is gone. Blood rushed from my face. The LOVE TREE's branches literally spelled out love, which i discovered on my New Year's Day walk this year (If you follow me on Insta- you may remember the post). It was my touchstone. I was shocked. Numb. Dorian had knocked it over and it lay there, root up, unmoving. I didn't know what to do... Was this what the Universe wanted me to see?? I don't understand.
So I ran to my midpoint and returned. Stopping repeatedly to steady myself from openly weeping. I was visibly shaken by the loss of this tree. And my Crow family. I continued on, angry, sad. Then it occurred to me, I have been heading strongly in a new life direction lately, and the volume is being turned up. I've been saying, "Okay, I'm ready!" But I think I'm ready for far more than I think I am. My comforts are being taken away to be replaced by new, exciting things. Big things. Dorian blew through and brought big changes, methinks.
The whole of my being was electric, sometimes you just know, and as I looked back before heading back to my house a Great Eagle flew by. That's it, confirmation.
"Okay, I'm ready."
And now I steady myself for what's ahead...

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Likeability clause

5/16/2019

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I've spent the last 47 years of my life - all of it - thinking that I had to get people to like me. This has been the source of great suffering.... Editing myself to be 'better', to fit better, to be more palatable to those around me - especially to people who seem to not enjoy my company at all. Good grief. I censor myself far too often.

I have recently been enlightened. I like me. I do. I like having fun. I like being weird, it's far more fun than blending in. I like how I have fun. I like being creative. I like making art. I like how I make art. I'm not always nice but I like it when I am. I'm a good person and I believe in God and Magic and higher Connection. But I have a cynic inside me. I always have. A bitter little elvin creature who thumbs his nose at the masses and the blind faith they have in the System. I enjoy him. He allows me to evaluate what's going on and more recently to trust myself and my own values and insights. And because of Captain Cusspants, the ever judging angel of my innards, I know I'm right most of the time... ;)

When I was a teen, oh boy was I cynical. I recently took in an interview with the godfather of Goth himself, Robert Smith, upon The Cure's entry into the Rock 'n Roll Hall of Fame. I adored him in my youth - and still do (how can you not love a man in lipstick) and I found myself falling all over again for his complete and utter disdain for most worldly aspirations. He was responding to his decline to accept an award from The Queen, " Why should she get to give me an award - I'm better than her, I've done more than her" (loosely quoted). As he nears 60 years of age, matted hair and lipstick as smeared as ever, he swears up a storm and flips off the matriarchy. *sigh* What's not to love?

A week later I disappeared myself deftly into the narrow aisles of a local thrift. I stumbled upon Picasso's Blue Nude. This adorned my bedroom walls for years until it finally turned to dust. I don't mention it because of my love of Picasso - I find him a misogynistic pig, I mention it for the time period in which it existed. My cynical, punkish, defiant - even arrogant at times - youth. Quite miserable really, but so gloriously angsty!

Well, I'm calling on those unsavoury sensibilities once again. Taking back the night, getting back my mojo, reclaiming my life! I love who I am and I will shout it from the rooftops! I'm a weirdo! I'm a witch! I'm an artist! I'm a feminist! I'm a great mom and a great woman and an honest person who believes in light and love and good over evil, and I don't care who cares to challenge me. I refuse to get you to like me, and I don't care to know if you don't. We've reached a point in time where we're being pressured to categorize and label everything into uniform oblivion. That's wrong. We must revel in our uniqueness and long for diversity in outlooks and experiences. Conformity is for chumps and I'm done censoring myself to fit.

I'm not saying that from now on I'll be riding around on my broomstick - a witch with a capital B... I'm saying that I've spent far too long not believing in myself and living a great life. A life I don't have to justify to anyone. This life was a gift to me and I feel so lucky. I love it, it's a really cool, interesting life! And now I'm going to enjoy it, and that cynical little elf inside had a great deal to do with my emancipation. The longer you live, I believe that things come back around to you. I now revel in my youthful discernment and know that I wasn't too far off.

F*ck it, I'm awesome, and sometimes downright genius...*
*I don't mean that to be callous or arrogant, I mean that in that I'm so far from perfect, it's frightening but I believe in my convictions and I believe in what I do, who I am and what I create, and in THAT, I can find genius, even if just for myself. That's a gift. <3

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When the wings leave the body...

4/23/2019

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I love mission statements. I know a lot of people who don't, but I love them.
I love the challenge of defining who I am and what I stand for. I could think for days, months - and do - on the topic. I could philosophize while staring at the Ocean, alone, for hours, brooding and praying and meditating, only jostled to awareness by unseemly passersby - social dog-walkers and opportunistic beachcombers, cutting through my dreams with the cheap butterknife of loud talking and general clamour. Solitude is the highest quality blank canvas I can ask for, it allows me time and space to unfold my thoughts toward the creative, let them fall away from the upright and adroit thinking of the thick, glacial layer of daily responsibilities.
My alone time, when I get it (not often) is my time to hear my voice. Sometimes, if I'm lucky, it's God's voice, if I'm being completely transparent, that becomes the creative voice. Then, when I'm connected, it pours out of me. Everything is an inspiration toward my art. Ideas, solutions, everything is speaking to me, giving me clues and radiating energy which is creativity. Sometimes these moments are fleeting, like a sudden, whole-body-mind-soul-knowing that is gone as soon as it appears... leaving me in a state of longing for more.
One day last week I went for a run, a favourite time of endless thinking and inspiration, and as I ran I looked up and saw a crow flying ahead of me. The jarring of my feet on the ground altered my vision for less than a blink and the crows wings seemed to leave its body for a titch... it lead to this poem:

"From time to time
the Raven's Wings detach
for a fraction of a fraction of a broken second
Her measured breath
pours smoothly out -
I take note. And falter
only in thought
As it interrupts an eruption
of feeling for something,
unowned,
by me." - Lee Cripps'19

So solitude, for me, is the key to Creativity. Time to let it surface, resurface and form. My Studio gives me that. And Nature, the greatest Creation, give me that. And time, to think, to look, to notice, to breathe.
Gives me that.

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A Feast for the Spirit

2/20/2019

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I saw a crow on Sunday - go figure, ha! But what was different about this particular Crow, was that he flew down to meet me, as I walked to Church (Church is another enigmatic subject for posting) and lit proudly on the wire across the street. As he peered at me clearly showing off his prize. I noted with initial aghast! that he was holding an ample bird (dead) in his beak. My first thought was immediate fear - seems to be my kneejerk reaction to EVER-Y-THING. But as I pondered it, I noted his pride, his showing me his prize. He had a feast! He was excited! He was going to eat well with his family tonight!
That very afternoon I, too, feasted. And now I know what I want. I feasted on a great meal for the soul. I connected with two people of whom I value their opinions and experiences. I can learn from these people and share with them. We are kindred spirits. They awaken my heart and make me feel light and joyful. They make me feel valuable and loved. This is the meal I have been missing. I've had it in the past, but have not had the vision to always appreciate it, and not shared the values I currently hold. I've also feasted on the Spirit in ways, lately, that I could not have ever fathomed in my previous life. I feel very grateful. and always - HUNGRY FOR MORE!
In the past my feasting has constituted junk food, material objects, self abuse (negative self talk and bad habits)... I no longer want want isn't real. I want a feast for the heart. A feast for the Soul. I want to experience joy like never before... and I can, I've tasted it and I'm ready for more!
Today is my show, RAVEN*OUS's opening reception... I'm terrified and excited! Yesterday my show opened to the public on 02/19, 2019 at 1919... on a FULL MOON! That excites me, and validates the importance for me of this work that I'm now doing.
And today, as I walked toward work, thinking about tonight and trying to release the fear I feel, I saw another bird fly by, he, too, had a large meal in his beak - no doubt headed off to share it with the fam. I hope 'tis an omen of another hearty heart meal for me... <3

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The Great Meat-hooks of FEAR

1/23/2019

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Fear is funny thing. Just when you think you have a handle on it, the great FULL BLOOD WOLF MOON reveals a whole other subset of fearful depths deep down in the subconscious murk.
I started The Artist's Way group in the Gallery this month and we're currently on Chapter 2, Identity. That's a big one. Genetically I haven't a clue. Completely unknowing of a whole half of my cultural identity. I've had lots of people guess, even without knowing that it's a thing with me - this unending wishing, hoping, dreaming, looking for clues, reading my deepest longings and journeys into the ether. Portuguese? Aboriginal? Spanish? Italian? The guesses still continue from innocent bystanders. "You look so exotic"... whatever that means. I wish I knew, I wish my Mother would say something like he was a tall dark man - very handsome, we had a passionate triste one night. He was _____________ (insert race here). Even a last name would be great. No. The truth remains somewhat full of murk, like the sediment that settles at the bottom of a corner store bottle of orange juice. Slightly brownish and unappealing to the most parched individual.
"We were at a party. He, er, took advantage of me."
Now I struggle with feeling sympathy for her and my inner demons angrily questioning, "what?? You didn't get his name?? His ethnic background?? A list of family medical history??" then I have the wave of guilt for even thinking such thing. Then I have the wave of self doubt, that I'm half of a person that would rape a woman. What other awful things did he do? How much did she fight him? How inebriated was she? So many horrific questions. Why can't I let it lie? What's wrong with me?
It's rich soil, and I'm half wondering if I should be writing this 'out loud' even... Do those thoughts make me a bad person? I haven't a clue.
What I do know is what ignites my soul. Creative expression and finding a voice to express all this tumult visually in a meaningful way, with competence and exciting style - every artists hope.
I also have a propensity to feel every feeling so very deeply. Which can be awful and so beautiful at the same time. There is a deep beauty in feeling a deep sadness from time to time. A friend told me once that the Buddhists have a term for that very thing, I can't for the life of me remember what that is...
The Full Blood Wolf Moon had a message this week, which I haven't quite figured out what it means, but comes on the heels of all this identity digging.. It showed me a striking vision of a flock of EAGLES descending and circling before me. This is where the depths of my fear raised their horned heads... In the dream I shouted excitedly, "oh my - are those EAGLES??" They were huge beasts, so many of them, circling directly in front of me! Incroyable. And my fearful, ever-so-fragile EGO steps in and says no, you couldn't possibly deserve such a wealth of luck, and TURNED THE IMAGE TO VULTURES.
I could literally hear the subconscious dialogue occurring while the dream was taking place. Unbelievable. How's that for self sabotage!
There is a happy ending, however! This morning on my walk to work along the beautiful Halifax Harbour, a great Eagle crossed my path, so close! A nod from the Universe, yes, I DO deserve such wealth. And I will receive it.
A beautiful God moment for sure, I appreciate that. <3

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Hungry

1/10/2019

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Well then. 2019. It's been a while since I've been here. It's time. 2018 brought about a lot of change and forced reflection. A lot pondering what the heck is actually important to me. A lot of realizations and big steps forward.
As every artist knows, reflection is a necessity for creative output. I think most of us fall into patterns and habits that keep us coasting along merrily, or so it seems until WHAM! We're blindsided by something that sets us on our ass. This happened twice in '18. What a year. The fertile soil that was upturned though... oh my. I feel alive in ways I have not known. I feel like I've unlocked rooms in my soul that go deeper than I realized I could go. Black earth. The rich depths of the blackest, hottest earth bursting with life. That's where I am. And I want more.
This year, I want to go beyond. I want to go deeper than ever into my life. My subconscious. The very essence of my being. My Spirit. My ancestry. My deepest knowing, to the very brink of all existence. I'm hungry. To know God, to know Myself, to know everything. And I want to express this in such painful precision through my artwork. Pardon the drama but
I AM RAVENOUS.

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Embracing my unconventional self.

7/27/2015

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I'm often battling general pressure to conventionalize myself but then I am reminded that it is not the conventional that moves me. I do what I am moved to do, whether it is understood by many, few or none.

There is art inside me that has to be made, I suspect it's like that for most artists. I'm often fearful that viewers will be bewildered or repulsed by my art. I only have to be reminded that I am moved by my art, the making, the meaning, the brushstrokes, the lines. And if I am, there may be at least one other person out there that is as well.

Create!

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An Open Door

Likeability clause

When the wings leave the body...

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The Great Meat-hooks of FEAR

Hungry

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