Monday, December 31, 2012

Happy New Year to the People of Earth

I just wanted to blog today about the word "Indigenous".

Definition: "Originating and living or occurring naturally in an area or environment"

In school we learned about how the Colonizers came from Britain to Canada and signed these treaties which allowed them to build settlements and "share the land" with the "Indigenous" Peoples of this land, formerly and still referred to as "Turtle Island". The term Indigenous in this sense refers to the people who originated on this land first. In this day and age tho The world is comprised of different Indigenous groups. The separating lines in our lineages are reaching lines of no separating with cross cultural marriages and children now being born with multiple indigenous backgrounds. What this means is that we can no long define the term Indigenous to a specific land or place. We are all indigenous to Earth now. So This whole #IdleNoMore Movement is about people. The people of Earth no longer allowing the terms and definitions to separate us. The class and race categorizations is old world logic. The only reason why the demands and voices of people aren't being heard by our "elected" governments is because our governments are holding onto old world logic, and old world systems.

Some people say "Things will never change". But when I look and feel, all around me, the chemical makeup of our melting pot of a country and world heating as we are all stirred together to the point we are at now, all it takes is for someone to finally burst and expand from the pressure and create something new to add to the mixture to create the door to be opened for another to expand and jump in, and another, and another, until eventually the whole pot is boiling and so jam packed full of movement and energy that once the heat is turned down we are left with the end result. Which is the perfect mixture of all the ingredients. Each one now changed by the experience and expansions of those before them and eventually themselves.

A delicious new recipe is now ready to be served up to future generations to 'mange' on and change and adapt with time as well.

The key to evolution is not a race to see who can make a better soup, or argue that the soup is perfect and doesn't need to change, but to be creative and experimental, and allow that space in our collective function for new ingredients and ideas to shape the soup of the future.

So to the nay Sayers and those who are afraid to change the soup,  you are more then welcome to eat the same soup for the rest of your life, but me, I'm going toss in a carrot or a piece of bark, maybe some cinnamon or a dash of vanilla and see if it could be better then it was yesterday.

So Peace, and Cheers to a new year, with new ideas, new beginnings, and a step forward for Humanity to a world without seperations, but the culmination of 4 corners of thought and 5 races of people.


Monday, December 24, 2012

The Why and Where of Art in the 21st century

There isn't much that makes me more happy then having not been able to get into a Fine Arts program at a University when I finished High school. I didn't have the academic English required. Tho I aced my applied English class because it was better laid out for my brain. I do however wish I had a wider array of skills at my disposal by now to choose and create from. But I'm happy about this because I didn't have teachers or books to influence my eyes. Telling me what they they thought was the reason for an artist using this brush stroke or that. It's not like they could ask the artist so where does this opinion even come from? Even now When I got to art galleries I never use the audio guides or read very far into the inscriptions except for the date, name, and medium.  I've found that after you go thru your own process of understanding why you personally paint and use the brush strokes that you do, a lot of other art comes into your field of understanding. This became clear when I went to the Van Gogh exhibit in Ottawa this past year, and I got the book of letters to his brother Theo. Doesn't have all of them, but a wonderful read. From reading that I was opened to a whole perspective on the artists of history. I had this weird idea in my brain of artists from the past. The show completely transformed me. And following Van Gogh I saw the Picasso Exhibit. Phew!! Even more mind blowing. Both brilliant in their own right. Van Gogh had a bit of a tougher Gogh with his reality, living in solitude for the most part, spending days walking about the country side and painting the landscapes. It wasn't to just capture in material form the essence of the beauty of the places he was in. Art for Van Gogh was very much his therapy. He used it to understand the world around him. The daily struggles, and harvests, to the purity and simplicity of flowers. Twas no easy feet fighting with the norm of the day. It never is. From reading his letters, the words he would speak to his brother reveal a very sincere and honest bond. One that Vincent could only share with his brother. Knowing on one would understand his thoughts, his torments and laments within his heart. The soft love starved side that felt unworthy because it felt tainted by the complexities of understanding.

Picasso had an easier and for expedient process of coming to terms with these thoughts. Having had Vincent pave the way before him no doubt attributed to this. Picasso's art focused on a next level of thought. Unlike Vincent who spent his time trying to understand the world as it is seen. Picasso Attempted to deconstruct the world and re-order it to see if the feeling or essence of that world would be intact still. This is my interpretation anyway. So following this procession into the period we are currently living in. With all the knowledge of the pioneers of art and techniques before us. Of the some total of humanities achievements thru visual reference. I ask the question, "where to next?". Well the next is happening right now. And its..well.. a cluster fuck of everything! Of people who do imitation art to People who do duplications of set designs for aesthetics. To those who want to re-construct styles of the past, and then their are those who thru all of this jumble of the all, are still looking onward and forward. Attempting to make something new. There could be varying degrees of this. Such as those who wish to make something new based on the building blocks of accumulated knowledge of art and technique to date. But perhaps I'm being too logical with that statement. For that is the procession of how time works is it not? We cannot lift our foot to climb the next step without first having gotten to the step we are already on... So looking at the step before us again. I'm using Picasso as an example for my writing at this time. He deconstructed our reality to understand it.

May a I propose a theory as to what I 'feel' is happening at this time. More and more people are leaning towards the quantum theory of the sciences. It's a magical and mystical side to life. One that is not so easily comprehended but once understood, is also so easily comprehended!! Haha. Beautiful eh? More and more people are finding that deconstruction "Reality" as the artist of the past once saw it seems futile. So the attempt in the artist is now to understand the idea of a reality we only beginning to perceive! I say perceive and not see, why? Because I think the quantum reality for it to first become something tangible in your mind it has to be first felt thru this illogical feeling. You can attempt to put thoughts to it, but thoughts only seem to muck it up and make it less naturally perfect like trying to put words to a concerto. So we take the only route possible into this next phase in art theory, which is unconscious feeling based painting.

I feel art is going to be a great educator for the 21st century. In a society with so much chaos of the mind and heart connection, leading us to more and more mental illnesses, and addictions, art will be a source of much healing. Healing our self judgments, and egoic inner bantering, to the ordering of pieces into places externally creating the ground work for the ordering of pieces internally.

So paint, draw, sculpt, create! Create to understand why you create. You can't understand why you create what you create, until you first act and create! Then have a direction to angle your 'why's' at!

Where logic fails, Art will prevail.
Live love and Prosper friends.

Monday, December 17, 2012

The language of Art, and my inner peace.

I've been writing a lot of poetry lately. I often look back on conversations with friends or family and think about all that I could of said. All that I know and understanding but find the words that come out of my mouth so trivial in comparison to the magnitude of my thoughts.

It wasn't until the past year that I discovered that ones voice isn't always in the words or language that they speak with their mouths. It's about sound. The vibration, the frequency, the pitch and even the flow. But it isn't even about sound either. I often prefer to work in silence at times so that I have no influences. I find the influence of that around me to be disruptive almost to the purity of the creative process. But that is only when I create from nothingness. By nothingness I mean to imply that I have no pre-concieved ideas or notions as to what the piece will become. This is my favourite way to create but isn't always possible. The idea of having Nothing to put onto paper can leave me stagnant for quite a while. 

Eventually tho I must create the force that will propel my hand to act. I may not have a known direction to move in, But I find the motion enough. It is the ultimate *F-U* to my egoic self judgments of having no ideas to create from. So if I'm not creating from my mind and thoughts then where am I creating from? My heart?

Some would still argue that I am indeed creating from my thoughts still subconsciously. But some things I create are unexplainable. I find I cannot define them. Perhaps because of the term "Abstract" which in my understanding is a form of painting emotions or feelings of the mind. And even tho ppl knock abstract to its core saying that the technique's used to reflect this intangible feeling onto paper is something anyone can do, while neglecting the FACT that no, not everyone CAN do this. That it takes years of soul searching within yourself to know yourself. To know why you feel and to understand your emotions and then to somehow put all of that process into an image outside of yourself is so mindblowingly amazing that to de-legitamize that results technique shows how much you don't have a clue about about your understanding of your own feelings.

Feelings can create a certain vibration as well. When you get angry you can feel the heightened or sped up current of flow pulsing through your body. When you are Sad may feel the pains of tears that drop your whole vibration like someone piling weights on you and like an open door on a space ship, all your energy is pulled out in the vaccum. Happiness is opposite, It's like all of sudden you become your own power station and are creating energy and giving it away to all around you.

I've created in all 3 of these states before. And the results are exactly a reflection of those states. But its like an uncontrollable outpouring of mind vomit resulting in the exactness of the moment I aimed to capture. Down to a tee. And I only learned this by ppl who were somehow able to explain to me in-depth, pieces of every moment that lead up to the piece of art or poetry they see now.  I don't think I'll name my art anymore. I don't want to trivialize what someone may see with what I think its about, because honestly I have no idea how much of my own experiences have gone into a work.

I image that it's even possible to surpass the experiences of my own mind and pull out bits of memories embeded in my DNA structure. And why not? You may have had just thought, "What?? That's a little farfetched". People can have flashes of memories that aren't from this time, and feel the connection to it like it was but knowing its from another point in the spiral of time.

It's really fascinating to think that all of our past experiences, (and I mean Past) are still connected to us, like our love and hate for our friends and families. We always remember. But until we've completed the missions of our karma we can never progress onward in the game. Or we can but we know we beat the game with unfinished sidequests haha. (RPG lingo)

So back to my original thought of creating from nothingness. That's when it gets interesting. When I am not creating from the influence of emotion or thoughts anymore. Not an easy state to always find but is possible for sure. When I am completely neutral and balanced.

That is when things that are so fantastical start to emerge. I've always loved fantasy. People who know me well know that I am a dreamer. I yearn to sleep at night to see what dreams may come. So when I get create absolutely ANYTHING I want from nothing it so daunting it is paralyzing the fear of unknowing what will come, but then once motion has begun I think about how I could have ever been afraid that nothing would come. And then like a roller coaster, I'm just flying! Hitting new turns and loops, anxieties start to be created as a result of this whole thing, then sleep deprivation sets. The piece starts to influence my life and my dreams, conversations start happening that may never have happened as a result of creating something from nothing and MAN!! To be able to do that!! It's so wild.. So friggen Wild, I dont' ever want to stop once I'm going, cuz I know building that momentum again is gunna be a pain haha and I don't want to come down.

Art is my language! I'm free in art. The world is such a downer these days y'know. People are going every which way. So much confusion. All trying to solidify statements and ideas that they gather from news papers, the tv, other scientists. Trying to answers and only being met with more confusion.
Just listen to Yoda..

"No! Try not. Do, or do not. There is no try."

The outside world is crumbling because no one is finding their OWN voice. If people were at peace with the chaos they feel inside, the world would know peace

"Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to suffering." -YODA

So truly don't be afraid of the nothingness that you think may exist in place of the answers this world is trying so desperately to give. Their is no truth as we think we know it in the operations of this world. Because all those "facts' we were taught in school growing up aren't facts anymore, they are nothing.

Trust yourself, Love yourself, and be honest with yourself. Do away with the fear of not knowing, And just enjoy the ride of discovering. Look forward not back, and live today with the peace within that you didn't have yesterday.

Create from YOUR truth.

hahah Happy Monday I guess.

Forevour a grain in Space

A drop of sand I be
On the infinite shore
Always I will exist among many

I take on my place,
With the space I displace

Holding my shape
The algorithmic colours,
The Ascending, Descending and spiraling Lines
that compose my shape,
between the pockets of space that forevour lay between the all.

Longing to shift nearer
to close this space.

But with no legs to propel my form,
Constantly I am depending on the motion of others to shift me in my place
So that I may close this space and feel the comfort of a touch.

But every time the gaps between are removed as a result of my own inability to propel my form

I'm left wanting again.

Because it is not in the act of touch I long,
But in the action I Self Perpetuate to propel the Matter with my Force.

The Matter that,
Like a chain link,
Pulls with it the keys that have unlocked my force,

So that when I arrive and make contact
I know that I have retained my form.

Because tho I am but a mere grain in the sands of time,

I know that it is in the totalities of each grains journey
that propel the authenticity in the waves of our collective motion.

So in my individual form I will remain
Humbled and sovereign in this place,

In My Space

No longer will I arrive as a result
Only as a propelled pursuit.

Friday, December 7, 2012

This Christmas


I wasn't sure what this was being passed around Facebook because their wasn't much in the comment box below it. But I read it.

Think for yourselves, develop your own way of living based on trial and error and not the accumulation of other peoples trials and errors, and be true to you. The you that lives in balance and harmony with their own selves and their own lives.

Not the you that you are afraid to be, and afraid to show, because you care what others will think of you. Having the title Christian, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist, and Atheist doesn't mean that you miraculously have a clue, It means your searching for some form of definition to the universe.

Well the universe never asked for a definition, so stop trying to give it one and just watch the unfolding of its beauty that is beyond our word Devine with your eyes(seeing) and with your heart (feeling) and not your brain (defining)

I'll admit I've had my ups and downs with the matter, but no pursuit of personal truth is ever done in vain and for nothing. So Be Lost and Be found, Find Your truth shining beneath the layers of false truths, chaos, and illusions starting today. No one can tell you how so stop watching documentaries and posting quotes that you think will make you look better in the eyes of your peers in this lucid platform of space, and

Merry Christmas and God Bless you all sincerely down to the matter at the core of your being in the coming days/years/aeons.

Monday, December 3, 2012

A Matter of Seaing and Being

The mass joining of all the arrangements of molecules in a culminating cluster
In Time,
In the Physical,

One movement propelling forward in a chaotic shuffling order

Linear and erradict
Leaders in the movement, shuffling to the front and to the back,


It matters not.
All in this flux will participate in reaching the furthest stretches across the granular materially littered shores, emanations and reflections in opposition to their liquid form.

Sands look up and see their long lost selves in immaterial form.

Some Jump to rejoice in the reunion with their other halves, in the process being swept away and pulled back into the familiar space of the flowing void.

Others barely hold their ground wishing their friends and neigbours well in their pursuits.

Some molecules that managed to stretched beyond the furthest of the few before them became lost and seperated from the collective motion and remained with the form.
Dissolving completely and settling in the space between.

Others turn back, grabbing pieces along the way,
Returning to their places in the vast openness of the sea,
Where they will live and await another chance at another time when again they will go in pursuit,

Some will descend into the depths, destined to spend moments of countless reflection at the current above,

and others,

Journey back to the outer reaches to the shores of form where the far reaches await their discovery.

Monday, November 26, 2012

The Within and Without of Water

Water flows within and without my being.
I breath in, derailing the en-lightened water on its ascent to the skies
Taking it inside of me, I transmute it.
Cells mix and match within
I breath out the now transformed water
So that it may carry on its pursuit to the heavens above.

A Cloud sweeps it up and they now journey into and out of being across the skies

Water remembers its immortality as it swirls and flows above,
Uniting with Particles from centuries past
Playing with the quarks and molecules,
They dance upon the highest of the high
To the outer reaches of the barriers of blue.

Until once again choosing to partake in the cyclical decent back.

Free-Falling, as a spiraling fractal,
It returns to its primordial form
Transcending the barriers of its anti-mattered existence
It returns to a state of matter

Twirling and flipping it takes on various partners for support in the dance of decent

Spread and,

It lays in pieces shocked by the impact

As it returns to its awareness
For a faint moment, All the joys and experiences return to the surface of remembrance

and then

As quickly as it remembered its wholeness in the history of history, it begins to fall away in the act of letting go, and forgetting

As the water is re-absorbed back to into the Earth
Fragmented and divided
The journey of remembering, uniting and ascending begin again,

With a deep inhale and hold
I dive into the river once again and drink from it the clarity I will need to continue

On my journey within its never ceasing flow.