March 10, 2020

If you're interested in learning about printmaking, you have two choices - teach yourself or learn from an instructor.

February 27, 2020

If you are one of the many who suffer from anxiety, your main objective is likely reducing it.

February 10, 2020

These days it is crucial to find hobbies that help you relax. Art classes in New York are the perfect hobby to help you do that.

January 6, 2020

Art is something that we need in our lives. Did you once have dreams of becoming an artist? Did adulthood and all the responsibilities that it come with destroy that dream?

December 15, 2017

Musings on;

Art, Community Art, Public Art and Street Art

Art as Educator in Communities

Art as a catalyst for Communities

Art as a Mystic

Art as a Healer

November 5, 2017

To paint 

is like a ritual for me.

It is the laying bare of myself.

Standing in or opposed to a surface, a space, a ground, on which to communicate and extend my being onto.

My gesture, my mark, my emotion, my thought.

It is the soft caress or sometimes over eager

gushing of emotions, tearing out from inside of myself.

In the discourse of presence, happening right in-front of myself.

The discourse of me represented through colours, form structure, composition, and what unfolds for me to see. 

Painting, like the moment of life.

Surrenderance to the structure, the surface, sometimes already having marks on it, coming in, to treasure what inspires me, what I still want to discover to find or what I want people to find inspiration in. 

But in the end it is not about the other, it is just about you, about me, and that moment of being free.

Of allowing nothing else, but but mixing and choosing colours, tracing form and textures intuitionally. 

Nothing purer, this being my kind of meditation. 

Like life it...

May 24, 2017

Es geht um das Gedankengut was durch Kunst und Musik stimuliert wird 

Die Fähigkeiten des Geistes werden beflügelt durch die Entwicklung des Verstandes anhand von Sinnes Wahrnehmung 

Verständnis für die Substanzen und Materien um uns in- und materiel welche das sich immer verändert und weiter went. 

Eine nicht Sterbende Wesenheit die sich formt aus der Natur und unserer Kulturen welche unberechenbar sich entfaltet dadurch das die Zügel der Korruption in der Hand des Zerstörers anstatt des Heilers des Schamanen Mutter Erde’s Untertanen, liegen.

Nein anstatt  faszinierend zu beobachten der Tanz der Unterdrückung

So viel Schmerz und Qual

Und wozu, es sonst, doch nur ein wiederholendes Muster ist

In welchem wir uns verheddern um Frau zu lernen und Fäden anders zu weben. 

Im Bewusstsein und dem respect 

Wie ein Heiliger Schwur

Das jede Tat

Jeder Atemzug 

Stehst dem wohl unser Mutter Erde zusagt

Somit ist Kunst und Musik

Musik und Kunst unsere Culture

Den sie atmet die Erfahrungen aus die und sensibilisier...

May 15, 2017

Crispy fresh Tuna Salad 

Tuna in vegetable oil 

add after instinct;

-chopped: sweet and sour pickles, pickled jalapeños and artichoke hearts 

-half fresh chopped jalapeño 

-Mayonnaise 

-Dijon mustard

-Himalayan sea salt 

-honey 

(The other time some Tumeric)

Quinoa-

Cooked with salt and cayenne pepper 

Then baked with a bit of olive oil and Himalayan salt until popcorn quinoa in oven.

Cucumber Salad

-cucumbers

-lemon

-flower honey 

-black salt

April 7, 2017

it is as if I am suspended in silence the serenity cradling me and it's the torrent carrying me and its currents like the kiss of the first rays of the sun on the drops of dew gathering on the tips and surfaces of Nature's Beauty that moment it is it is it is as if I am suspended in silence Serenity prattling me and it's the tour and Karen me and it's Clarence like the kiss of the first rays of the Sun on the drops of dew gathering on the tips and surfaces of Nature's Beauty it is as if I'm suspended in silence the serenity rattling me image that orange caring me and its currents like to kiss of the first rays of the Sun on the drops of Dew

 it is as if I'm suspended in silence 

the serenity craddling me amidst a torrent carrying me in its current

like the kiss of the first rays of the Sun 

like the drops of dew Gathering on the tips and surfaces of Nature's Beauty 

that moment of breath, what timelessness seems to hold before a new day 

a new adventure unfolds

 the steps which will lead...

April 4, 2017

I can't help but feel sad

For a home a seed 

A place I had but lost instead 

Nostalgia before even having Yet arrived 

While at the same time in the knowledge 

That right now a different landscape should reveal and prosper infront 

Of my eyes  

To be able to excavate space for my soul

If this life here is meant to again be embraced and not withhold 

The valleys will open and caress me in their folds 

Give me the soil

To grow permanently 

But right now travelling 

Transient to collect the nutrients for the future I want to shape for me 

Needing to detach 

To give new room to breathe 

Surrender 

Allow to be 

Don't weep for what isn't but for what is yours to keep 

----

So many people here to see 

So many and yet in this short amount of time 

Only a few time to see

With landscapes which always 

Forever inspire me 

April 4, 2017

Allow all your feelings 

After all the echo is

What will be strengthening and healing 

Excavating the depth of your being 

April 4, 2017

See it with detachment 

Once again as a tourist to everyday of life 

Experiencing everything 

As rare and fresh 

Since never knowing what days I will live again 

See it all in relativity 

Perspective of an eagle in the air 

Lion in the Prärie

And dolphin in the sea  

Surrendering in the path always unveiling 

Unknown 

A treasure shaping itself freely to the things I attract and seed 

Don't allow your heart to be heavy 

There is no reason for it to be 

All is just a journey of learning 

Soaking up like a sponge the information I perceive 

To pour it into life as soon as the knowledge prespirates from the experience and conceived  

April 4, 2017

My aesthetic an accent to the language in languages 

That we speak 

The visual longing to be as engaging 

And sensually stimulating as the landscape that we meet

April 4, 2017

Don't let the uncertainty pain you

Let it give you flight 

Don't let your home 

So long and evermore 

But not yet home 

Hurt you 

But inspire you 

If meant to be 

You ll come back after what you need to experience is through 

For now while in endless love 

Harden just a bit 

So the joy can prevail 

And the pain you can persist 

Some things must die to be reborn and lived again 

Just deeper and in greater ability and recognition of opportunity 

Be malleable to the life 

You are right now 

Called to live

Don't be sad

But soak up the people and place you have 

Because in your heart 

Certain love exists 

Even if in reality it is not currently allowed to be lived 

April 2, 2017

The colours are different here

Is it the stretch of thousands of miles and climates casting 

The hues 

more radiant 

More vibrant 

The purples reds oranges glowing in the golden sun

Containing every shade of yellow to enlighten the green and blue scape 

Reflecting in the clouds and expansive arching sky 

What is it about this land 

I know

What it is 

A treasure 

A gift 

A call

Which makes me frolic in the existence I exist 

A mother father sister and brother of this land 

Reaching out with my hand 

Toward the caress of this soil and water and wind 

The flora and fauna my kin 

The colours of the settings sun 

As satisfying to my heart

As the idea of being in Africa 

My spirit inspired 

This is 

my home 

I am the sun and moon

I return to rise and set 

Like the tide and ebb 

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