A garden of eden.

I write no blog today, or at least that is how I was going to start, I continue, my past two days have been revelationary both artistically and spiritually, Friday and Saturday night were spent in as constant a meditative state as extrinsic factors would allow, I have been in a beautiful place and had my future laid out before me, I am still there now as the beauty came back with me, I celebrated this with a painting the final outcome humbled me. I have no other choice other than to retain this from the exhibition sales sheet as it is for sheila, a friend and, a remarkable woman of another time even.


There is a verse that was allegedly found in an old Baltimore church, it was called The Desiderata, essentially a list of .... thoughts to guide an individual, no-one truly knows the actual poet though there have been a few claims, whatever, that matters not to me, the words do however, surprisingly I do not know it off by heart though I ought to the number of times I have had the precise words in my head to chastise me for not heeding the words, anyway, I stray, one paragraph is, ... there will always be lesser and greater people than ourselves, my journal is for those who follow in my footsteps while I continue my journey seeking my guides in life toward an honest enlitenment, my teachings are my learningsTo those who find this of use, welcome to a beautiful world, I know it is a beautiful world because I see it every living and waking moment, tonight I felt a sudden pang of pain for so many of those I see, even those who walk beside me, they have yet to share what I enjoy.



I set out with the intent to escape from the insiration of other painters, to avoid any kind of creative reference to visualise and to paint what I feel and see, my life revolves around other creatives and positive thinking individuals, some are guides for me catering both to my artistic and spiritual journey, without these individuals I would be unable to move forward in either direction, but while I am constantly absorbing the creative force of others I become to easily influenced and that just cant happen, to find the painter within me is to find the person within me, untarnished, my errors are my errors, I may always find after the fact that I have swayed toward the style of another artist but that is hardly surprising, I walk in the footsteps of Giants and geniuses, it has all been done before so I just look for me.


Anyway welcome to my beautiful world a world that I see and breath and feel everyday of my waking moments, not all the time there is always something in the real world that nudges you onto some task, however it was not until tonite that I painted a painting in my truth, now finished i can not help but start to understand that perhaps others dont see this beautiful fantasy land that is my permanant holiday home, some people go to Tuscany, Venice and other beautiful historic places, for me I am in a beautiful historic places, well prayers for those who dont see what I see and, for this is for you.