red string

do i let it go?

but if i can’t ….

the wanton kite

smells freedom

my spaces are open

i am the mountain my heart is the sea

yet it lurches

widening it’s arc

bumping and swooping

pointed corners

hit my brow

scratch my eye

turn my stomach

i cannot ignore my obstreperous kite

the flapping wings

wild

angry at me

for keeping it bound

under the windy whirring

I feel the tug of the red string

stretching tangling

winding around my waist in a dervish of excitement

i am a puppet to love

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#2 To the edges ~ an arty feeling game

 

I will be adding a post like this each week to encourage my friends to play emotional/art games with me ….

 

Does art trigger emotion 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.

If you would like to play please go to this link >>

Click on the link to play an arty feeling game with us. when I get enough comments on the website as in more than two 🙂 I will draw a winner

Click here>>  http://www.artofkundalini.com/play-with-me

Thankyou , I really appreciate your time,

love Arna

Art and Emotions

 

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.

If you would like to play please go to this link >>

Click on the link to play an arty feeling game with us. when I get enough comments on the website as in more than two 🙂 I will draw a winner http://www.artofkundalini.com/play-with-me

Thankyou , I really appreciate your time, love Arna

Distraction of Sparks

 

the phantom

in it’s grotto

grins upon a hexed cushion

that stinks and smothers.

Excessive rhythmic noise

pounds gracelessly

on my vestibule doors

leaving fingerprints

green with envy and moss.

Reality flares,

distress signals,

sparking a heated tumbling

and there is one choice

………..to embrace transparency

…..or ……..shut ………my ………………eyes