Artist log 4: The Caged Tree

As a painting is created, many layers, thoughts and intentions go into the process. This is a record of the energy below the surface of such “said painting”.

Warning: This might not make sense in linear thinking. It is just a record of the happenings in real time during the creation process.

I am ready for the next level 

I am opening my vision and my mind

I am allowing creation to play through me. 

What is wanting to be brought to the world?

Love, hope, happiness, little things

A smile, a surprise 

A day of serendipity 

I bring serendipity to the table with art, creativity and a sense of fun and wonder

I bring adventure back to life

I was disenchanted with myself. With the unrest that will never stop unresting. The peace that is fleeting. The fights that will inevitably begin again. The regression over and over with out end.

In the state of change and temperance we are stuck in a loop in choas with no clear end.

I got to the point where I was ready to burn it all down. Give in. Give up. This scared me a little because this had never happened. I have always held my hope, my faith. I actually did not see a solution to this timeline that just continues on. Unended and unmattering of those before. 

People, races, powers, knowledge, burned and buried. People burned at the stake for sharing their love. A time of goodness followed by a time of suppression fear and control

What’s the point?

One small glimmer of love in one small moment.

A bunch of small glimmers of love in the perfect moment.

One change. One pause. One care. One light. 

This is why I cannot ever give up no matter who what where when why.

In the right timing, a small change of trajectory.

The return of love, one small glimmer at a time.

This is what I am here to do. 

And I will do it.

We all have this power.

So why not Break the cycle.

An incantation and a scroll to bring this to light.

A contract.

A prayer to ask for the ability to be unwavering in the face of having it all taken away.

The ability to be unbreakable in faith and love.

A freedom from personal ego.

Help and guidance through it all to bring about it all.

To bring about love in all things.

Even through this limited perspective.

The ability to gain greater knowing.

Signed in paint.

 Anyone that has wronged you needs to be forgiven. 

To not forgive perpetuates the cycle and keeps in an endless cycle of pain transference.

Like a ball that hits another ball and it bounces back.

Stuck.

Break the cycle.

Feel the love.

The defensive shield—

Let it free.

Beliefs and rigidity have no place in the heart.

It is meant to flow— free from one moment to the next.

You have to let it all go for you. 

When emotions cloud your vision and take control 

You need a button. A break from raging  thoughts. 

Push the button to interrupt the pattern.

Make your partner push the button.

Go away and vibe high.

 You can’t think of a solution, vision, answer when you are suffocating below the surface.

Design your button,

Push the button

Reset 

Break the pattern 

Start at Zero point

Lost

Sometimes I feel like I am carefully stuffed in a quiet closet. Unable to be or know how to be myself. Alone and cut off from anyone who could help. Listening to  the deafening void of silent screaming. emotions like a plunge in the icy river; a feeling of falling farther off the cliff by the second.  

People

We are the ugly covered in the most beautiful roses

A layer of torn apart void sewn together with sparkles 

We build castles on layers of mud

we slip into a holographic ocean to build again

We are the ashes of our elders mixed into mushy stew 

We are hate and love and the color blue

We are it all. 

The art with the most shadow and the brightest white. 

We are the brightest day and the darkest night

A mess, and a wonder all wrapped in a pretty bow

If I wanted to be one, I don’t know 

Uncaging the tree

He was meant for greatness but he felt the anger on the path

He was built for glory but he felt the hate in peoples wrath

So he dawned a golden container and hid behind the bars

He could no longer feel his own power or see the silver stars

Rooted in fear and hiding from light 

He became the prisoner of a long dark night

With twists and turns, hate reinforced the cage

Until a spark of love turned into his mighty sage

A cyclic journey manifested as a glowing ball

The endless dance of shame circling back and forth within us all

“The cycle will end here” said the tree

“The hate will no longer continue with me”

So up went the cage and the tree glowed in light

No longer stuck in the endless dark night

Though some days still hurt the tree knew

pain was a torch just passing on through

 not because of him, not because of others

we are all the same star sisters and brothers 

And after a while the world no longer burned with pain as it was no longer being returned

Love took back its rightful place 

A magical change to end the race 

Buttons are all around to push to allow total trust with the universe. Work together, free the trees, live in harmony and freedom as the cage raises.

We will raise it up!