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When I try and mentally engage in some measure of Art Subjectivity seeking tangents, I initially and automatically connect by use of association. I try and link art with my personal timeline of experience. But what happens when the mind is confronting illusive thought reaping and no label has a use? Is the mind, entranced, held captive, blanking out and running through all associative banks where meaning can objectively settle into the finale dot of definition?  Now you see it now you don’t. Perhaps a “drive by” thought or a feeling like a hunch hits you emotionally, like a near remembered dream. What then happens in the near-realm of subjectively? This is the psychical jest of catalystical art. Winning words wine in the transitory platform where a different kind of viewer experience nests. A collective calm calls, coming forth, then, in a new now, a new here where the heart ear does hear. A center midst awaits as the mind drops its auto-modality. Then a place of soul emerges, remember? A sacred insight this way thus comes, like a light unblocked by the endless mental jabber. We may find ourselves beyond broken invisible chains forged of illusion yet lifted by illusion. Even if just for a moment associative logical nonsense has no buzz before is was. The shell of emotional experience breaks and the visual effect induced becomes every moment. Archetypal form is given unto gave just as express projects a long awaited natural voice, reborn in the void via visual catalystical boon perched in a post mind freedom and lucidity. This is my goal when art work works, when it welcomes you to your subjective experiences in what I like to call Threshold Dialogue. Viva Visual Vistas, unique yet universal, and seek to lay the mind, of gone and by the way, down to rest. I face a new path, ever new…know as now but never there. For what can there be apart from the midst, the center of the garden I speak, as memory fades into remembrance.

When hearing inner dialogue running about in reactive modes, I do not reach any significance in art appreciation. Ideally, I would need thoughts of least resistance to disarm themselves such that the deeper world of art realization has this opportune awakening. Forgive me as I quest in a river of words, but do conceive within a letting of ego, a letting go of gone and by the way, unlike dead letters rusted as thinking rays combusted! See it setting like sunset freely, let and set loosened, of go going gone! If only for a moment, it is the key of every moment. This is art fulfillment. This is like a river of oceans. At best words are undenied until the winded mind settles down and the mental waves like a stormed ocean are no longer thwarted, and the less blesses the ism of the I-am-ness. Within, the mind is small no longer, still of the voice, on the beach still standing strong and now clear of ear and clearly seen the seer. Eyes see as ears open reach and be led by placid planes ringing with wonder ever newly giving birth. Art contains the numbers in your name, the insights of white stone priceless. Religious-like experiences in this center midst ability are in essence the breaking of hardest, the perspectual chains, invisible ones, like some last mystery seal. This new meaning merges in a grounding unmisled way, a way of ongoing renewal, of quenchless thrive. Thus life meaning from then on is evermore ongoing of life lifted. A voice from then on embedded and activated is a muse even into the nights of dark and unto the dawning days.

Art reveals a life enriched beyond words, much more profound, overflowing in brilliance and bounty, priceless. A mountaintop apex at last, as this newly birthed view, a fully revealed revelation, as if every “Come and See” were keenly attended too and saved in great appreciation for this on high anointing, this shower of the shining, this procession of goodness, and event of monumental merriment. At near best I look back and alter the wordy waze and judge what is identified in association with the art work and surely mind goes Zen then, only to shape the salad of conceptual collage using a retro-fitted framework designed surely to orchestrate this method away from madness and toward understanding, tolerance, and meaning.

In this process viewing and living with art is the rational risk and wager for all the reactivity wired in the associative mental function, a function for habit in fullness used to free us up from a trivial existence as a higher level actualizes. When overwhelm usurps security and fear comes forth from the backseat and drives for us, it operates at the cost of responsiveness and the health of our creative mind nearing its apex of rationale. It functions where logical nonsense meshed with fear to forge the follow of the fall.

As we enter into this moment we are boyant and today we know not to loose sight of our polestar positioning. We know not to look back and in that twinkling we are here now and intact in fact back. Our atonement with an enriched collective human experience and the goodness of appreciable otherness shared as future oriented optimism brings a well spring of wealth found in the meaning of life. A new day dawns in the moment of new true of the creative confident you in twos to few, as all things magical come to pass. Freely found in giving to gave as we know to be brave for we will and will will ourselves as responsible boyant reflections of the Heavens in fullness, sanctified to save our Edenic garden land in a new way of day for we are the Earth’s closest keepers. Another rite in the sands of time. Hand in hand, how can we, seeing so clearly, ever newly now, see less than the best in one another.

Today I choose to not see less than my capacity for goodness by seeing that same truth in you collective and am exceedingly joyful. The Heavens are here and are meeting us a little more than half way. We are the fulfillment of our Founding Fathers, but only fulfilled as a unity without boarders on our Blue Treasure. Every breath embeds a new day of orientation long incubated with unforeseen resolve. Today we hear and are called like collective this calm coming forth now in unprecedented mass above all want and need and we do hear as give said to gave be brave, as ‘a new army armed with faith’ manifested already and still standing ever-redeeming our truth of self in sharing with appreciable otherness, in caring, and as the collective actualizes this New Kingdom in this new way of Healing already known to be sown, let us begin to heal the ozone, and lift humanity in this undusted dream still shining in full newly lifted, ever newly joyfully gifted merging our inalienable goodness beyond compassion. Know now love shows shining and is already grown already loosened from nothing less than the best, above, North, South, around and below not one thing is left unshown seen in truth of self seeking unsolo shining showered by light as destiny, our collective sanity in this hope where the a New Way to see is us-ness hopeful, collective, and sane. This is why I create art

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