I am a big cat
my skin ripples with purr
I prance peyote fields
and flying goldfish
grace my keen eye
bursting fireworks am I
swung in a circle of sun
pushing solar plexus
contained and not contained
big cat curled in a green flecked iris
a clever coat of dancing tips
lazy with wealth
plush with dreams
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the conditions work to crack the casing
pursed like a mouth
it began with a struggle
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my pin star brain
my little bitty light box
my carbon printing machine
here on this grassy knoll
I know my pencil is dirt
I am only bones and orange polka dots
but I see an
There is no good or evil, left or right, up or down, war or peace
go_d and d_evil
are but one
and all else is fable unfolding
like sun soaked sheets on my large soft bed
I can not say I worship All That Is
unless ~ I ~ understand the fragrance of the glory
unless I know my knees are wrapped in love
All That Is is ALL that is
and that is all there is
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Does art trigger emotions in you?
My body can react quite strongly both negatively and positively to a piece of art. And as an emotional intelligence educator and an artist
I am very curious to understand this more deeply.
I have created a space on my website to play with and research the way art effects people physically/emotionally/spiritually.
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Thankyou , I really appreciate your time, love Arna
There is sweat and magic in her creases
a fragrant treasure
a fervent secret
there is a flashing
world of neurocracy
there is red
and there is black
there is in fact
a luminous universe
I smile quietly
at this silken craven thought.
it is an unlikely animation
a milky cartoon
connected to indigo chariots
not the speed
provided by snails or gods
we are more than shell
we are the red gold life that flourishes in coral and floats
bouyed on salt
we are fertility
coating the sun and disappearing
There is talk of dragons
flocking through the sky’s
their tails flash serpentine,
flickering sapphire gliders…
set in stone
they are music,
made in Indian trees
of China paper
billowing with shine,
fecund with intergalactic knowledge!
and wallowing in bottomless green,
firing deep red heat into Australian earth.
Flying snakes of amber and Lapis,
channel me clear,
path sweet pink,
wash the mothers walls
open the doors and
to drink from her winding fountain.
I beseech you,
w o r d
and flick raw sugar
from that crystal tipped tongue!
spreads in me,
and slipping locks.
Molten steel whips my spirit
in long lines of burning rush.
Inexplicably it rivers lava through my obstinate reality
sliding bolts and throwing open doors.
Sashes hit the walls
and sprays of light enter me
like water to the floor
in thick crystal sheets
washing me out.
a bright orange flash of spirited sexuality
and I am returned to colour.
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I hope you can pop through on the link above and join us for a little bit of fine art.
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Thankyou for all your support,
Warm wishes and a sky full of fabulous LOVE
little bird with yellow beak
sits in empty frangipanni tree
it trips and hops
i am happy
to see this thing….the life,
and beautiful COLOUR
so inviting that my body wants to die and fall apart
to be the bird, the beak
and the tree.