I never know what I’m getting into when I pick up a pen, chalk or paint. I resorted to a pair of scissors with this one to find the answer to the puzzle presenting itself and then saw that the only way to resolve the lack of organic harmony was with balance. I’m surprised myself…
Thanks MJ for your kind comment
we all feel
touch
truth
in different places
~
connected
through
an expansive
circulatory system
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Yes…
Truth has many unique and personal faces
in the tensions of becoming
until the mind surrenders
to the heart
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no
lin
ear
way
t
o
~
t
r
u
s
t
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big boots
big heart
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Elegant perfection.
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Thank you Bonnie…interesting mishmash is how I see it, though. Like life…sometimes the best I can do is strive for some kind of balance!
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The painting arrests the eye and the lines ensnare the mind with the simplicity of truth itself. Excellent post!
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I never know what I’m getting into when I pick up a pen, chalk or paint. I resorted to a pair of scissors with this one to find the answer to the puzzle presenting itself and then saw that the only way to resolve the lack of organic harmony was with balance. I’m surprised myself…
Thanks MJ for your kind comment
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lines…tangles…layers…then entangles…loosens…freedom…enlightenment…
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Yes, Virgilio…. enlightenment isn’t singular, a solitary pursuit. All for one and one for all…life.
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