I took this picture this morning, and it got me thinking about what I do as an artist, when wearing that particular chapeau.
And that is it, to find and express images of God that are instantly recognizable as such, through artistic or photographic means, or to create the sounds of God that can be heard as such, through writing, or composing music.
Diligence and focus are always there, because the Grand Creation is anything but static, birthing miracles routinely, and hoping for eyes to see, ears to hear, and hands to feel them. Joy.
An artist is free of any constraints to express God, free of dogmas, knowledge, systems, religiosity, and anything already done and finished. The canvas is only limited by consciousness, to see clearly the magic that appears in life briefly, reminding us of all that it is, ongoing.
The picture accompanying this post was only visible for about ten seconds, the light shining through an octagonal crystal, hanging in an East-facing window, twisted a particular way to catch the rising sun’s rays, just so.