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Qui Suis Je

the paper edge

ticks along

lifting me from my error…

 

I am not noticed

this spark, this colour, this ache

these words

and it is right, as right as can be in a moving illusion

 

to overlook

 

attention is like glue

 

liquid is the way

liquid is this vessel and contained

 

something bigger

but infinitesimally small

 

I wander a rambling lie

I revel a pressing deceit

I awake in a flaunting dream

 

who am I to be commanding release?

really, I ask

qui suis je?

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Art and Love

I would like to invite you to view the art and arty things in my online gallery studio shop.

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It is Christmas, Birthday, Hanukkah, Romance, Self-Love time and I personally believe ART is a powerful and unique way to speak to someone, more permanent than flowers and chocolate, stranger than fiction.

I can make art for you, I connect with your heart and reproduce in colour a feeling state.

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Have a look at what I have to offer, find something no one else will ever have!

art is life is love is art is life

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I have books and colouring folders ~ New Love and The Creative Warrior

I have creative courses for you to choose from!

I promise to do all I can to make your creative personal development a JOYFUL adventure.
Let us grow through JOY and FUN, let go of the need to sacrifice and BREATHE into I AM

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Arna

until

in early morning

I

seek

my heart

like a good friend

dialogue is easy

wavering like a mirage

swaying like a seasoned mother

but there are those other days…..

a smooth stone

a sheet of steel

a silent impasse

there is no other way

i stand at the door

until

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Small Wire

the conditions work to crack the casing

colourful rubber

pursed like a mouth

it began with a struggle

bending hurt

……..bending anyway

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The Goodbye

My response to Rilke’s Duino Elegies ~ Number 10

His baby weighs nothing

floating on bony palms

Practicing sacrifice

A grimacing prayer

Thin breathless arms soft with natures last flourish

the stroking of hair

A habit of care

No hope and rapidly fading

Superficial

Life

We frame our fascinated tongue in gilded verbs

We bring out the colours with chemistry

Changing compounds and celebrating the moon

The baby is full like an orange

But the grey skin juxtaposed is peeling back now

The thin leftover body is heaving

corrosion is heaven too

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Sugar Butter Wool

 

What an orchestration!

my memories become the earth

the beauty here

this expansive kaleidoscope of regulated chaos

Does it come from my eyes?

How do we spin so smoothly?

Is it in accordance with the hand of God?

I am a blanket of grass

A ray of awareness

A mouthful of dirt

I am bouncing, knees up

on the moon

How do we caress space?

UNIFIED
DELIBERATE

OH

the deliciousness

fingers are in my heart

mixing rainbows

fingers grinding

sugar

butter

wool

fire and water

a tapestry of clever air

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A whirlwind of gradual pleasure

 

life is my pleasure

unremarkable, determined thoughts driving into

the calm, fertile bay of cosmic consciousness.

It is purity sweeping over me

interrupted only by

hot pebbles rolling

in my shoulders and hips,

My

brush is

thick and wet

consolidating energy

parting , breasting , gliding , angling

on it’s rambunctious journey

flexed green toes

bounding past

tribespeople standing,

deceptively still

nodding

with god’s eyes

peeking over cups of sun

minds like water….

knots are unravelling, unconvincingly  tied in the first place,

clots draining away

till the sickness is nought but a dribble

a drip

a coagulating puddle of tar

used for other unnecessary things…..

but all

becoming a whirlwind of gradual pleasure

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