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.

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!!!

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.

Friday, January 04, 2008

Humans~~

The humans have spoken. Some say it is idealistic to be optimistic. I am an idealist . Does that mean I have an idea?

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