I M Perfect lady

There seems to be two sides of Art, the Darkness and the Light.

I am not sure how or why, but sometimes in Art the darkness gets to come out, no Light.

It seems that the Light of Art is very illusive, teasing, taunting, wild, free, exhilarating, speeding, unknowing, all knowing, and if you catch a glimpse, it as it speeds on by, snag it by it’s tail! 

Hold it and follow. 

For the Light of Art is leading, It knows the way, you are merely along for the ride, astride an energy bundle.  You never know which way It’s going, the directions are not given, the answer is not forthcoming, questions futile, for the Art is long gone, and all you are left with is the completed project.  It always leaves you to wonder, How did IT happen!

I have rode this ride a few times, I simply called it play, I understood the ‘untaught ways’ and fearlessly accepted.  As you playfully snag the tail, you will never see the head, for to see the head is to get Ahead, and if you are A Head, you know where it is your going.

Ahead and affront of It is not how this ride is done

“….hanging on to his coattails” came to mind. The coat tails of Art!

I am a perfect student, for this thinking part is not part of me, and I blindly followed where it leads, never doing but this Now step, surprised and delighted with what I did, but had no idea of how I got there.  Sheepishly and humbly I sit with It’s creation in my lap.

Letting go, relaxing, playing, being curious, you know it seems that to Do Art, you have to become childlike again.  To sit back and enjoy the ride, no worries, no stresses, simply play.

I love this, for this is my chance at a second childhood, and man could I use that!  Remember the phrase “what do you want to be when you grow up?”

That question releases the hand from the tail.

To be an Artist, you have to get out of the way.  Let the creative genius have access to you, your hands, your talents, your passions.  It is there that the two of you will perform the most exquisite dance, the dance of being you!

So perhaps no one ever dances alone, we just think we are.

Make it a pretend playmate, one that will dare you in places of wild excitement fearlessly.  Talk to it, play with it, challenge it, just see who can dream the bigger dream!

The tail, that is all you see of It as it drags you along…. 

 “daddy slow down some cause you’re making me run….” A refrain from a country song…is humming in my head.

The genius of Art need us to be the magician to be the creator the fashioner of It's dreams!  I almost believe we are created merely to play out Its Dreams, and here we think we are playing out ours.  Who is leading this charge?

The Dreamer or the Dream?

Do you know yours?

Can you see the trails, the signs, the droppings from the Genius?

Look around, and I suspect you too have one trying to get  your attention.

Glimpses is all you get.

Playfully accept Its hand, swinging it high, you are in the field of pure potential, again.

The playground.