Sunday, April 24, 2011
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Product
The product, the buy-product, the process?
My paintings are a byproduct of myself which is thee pro-duct.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Painting is the thread
In my life I go where the energy draws me. Money is a necessary ingredient to grease the wheels of progress. Painting is the thread that draws me on. Weaving the patterns of my life, keeping me in the moment with all of everything. The key is being present with the presence. We are swimming in a sea of molecules, specks of light, whatever you want to call it.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Writing about painting
Writing some words to try to describe this life of mARTha Painting.
Why write words?
They keep wanting to be there.
Seeking the heart of some kind of truth for myself.
Allowing this sense of a "bigger picture" to chart my course.
In each moment it is given to me what to do.
I embrace all that is free and true, let go of all else.
What does that mean?
It means painting what needs to be painted. To reach the way of that.
That point where the paint flows onto the canvas from realms of mystery.
As the person holding the brush, my report is true.
I have no words to describe where I go for that.
When playing my bamboo flute I can find find myself in a cave in the high mountains.
When really painting I am beyond a place.
Still I am standing here with my brush in one hand, paint rag in the other, watching that painting unfold.
Words get in the way.
Why write words?
They keep wanting to be there.
Seeking the heart of some kind of truth for myself.
Allowing this sense of a "bigger picture" to chart my course.
In each moment it is given to me what to do.
I embrace all that is free and true, let go of all else.
What does that mean?
It means painting what needs to be painted. To reach the way of that.
That point where the paint flows onto the canvas from realms of mystery.
As the person holding the brush, my report is true.
I have no words to describe where I go for that.
When playing my bamboo flute I can find find myself in a cave in the high mountains.
When really painting I am beyond a place.
Still I am standing here with my brush in one hand, paint rag in the other, watching that painting unfold.
Words get in the way.
Monday, March 31, 2008
In This Moment There Is A Movement~
Now it's time, as it always is.
Reaching inside myself, my practice.
Here we are. Sticky times on the earth.
Yes, there are moments to grab.
THOSE WHO SPEAK THE TRUTH ARE NOT BELIEVED!!!
Reaching inside myself, my practice.
Here we are. Sticky times on the earth.
Yes, there are moments to grab.
THOSE WHO SPEAK THE TRUTH ARE NOT BELIEVED!!!
Friday, February 22, 2008
trends and patterns
Are we waking up? Is there a change? What would that look like?
The movement of the Obama campaign is looking good.
It will take a strong movement to clear up this goo.
Seems to me with my painters eyes it's a big picture.
The movement of the Obama campaign is looking good.
It will take a strong movement to clear up this goo.
Seems to me with my painters eyes it's a big picture.
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