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November 2009 
Power Animal Recovery or power anima or just imagination?
Doug
WooWee what a trip! Down through a dark pool in Mary's creek, through a cave on the beach and there is this form of pulsating circular patterns in a sort of animal, pink, turquoise, fiery reds and I pass into this animal so alive, so something I love but somehow uncanny or not quite home, yet home, transformed and I wonder about this experience. How is it that I can totally lose it and dance like an animal, sing my own soul song with tears running down my face with just some drumming and rattles. Maybe it's just imagination?
Then again maybe we dis imagination and imagine it to be less then what it truly is which is nothing less then creating a universe, the whole big bang thing right now in our own unique way. Picasso said "Whatever we can imagine is real" and he wasn't just whistling Dixie. Maybe he was imagining a girl in Kentucky named Heather who painted a mask that he wanted to paint? Maybe he copied her wanting to participate in that wonderful art?
Ah but imagination or shamanism or art or whatever you want to call it is maybe all the same thing, like love, life, art, truth, beauty are the same thing?
Maybe we are the dream of Buddha and maybe in our love we are the Buddha dreaming a new reality?
Oh dream big my love because it is real.
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Amazingly beautiful! I love this! Bold, brilliant, bright and deep… full of incredible depth and it takes me through some of your journey and off on my own!
Thank you, thank you, thank you for sharing.
Thank you Peri! Much hugs and love and …….
Nah not seeds. How bout I grow them first and send you the flowers instead?
I Love this art!
And everything you said!
And it made me think of this Hafiz poem that I also Love.
Thanks and Love
Imagination does not exist.
You should come close to me tonight wayfarer For I will be celebrating you.
Your beauty still causes me madness,
Keeps the neighbours complaining When I start shouting in the middle of the night Because I can't bear all this joy.
I will be giving birth to suns.
I will be holding forests upside down Gently shaking soft animals from trees and burrows Into my lap.
What you conceive as imagination Does not exist for me.
What ever you can do in a dream Or on your mind-canvas
My hands can pull -alive- from my coat pocket.
But lets not talk about my divine world,
For what I most want to know tonight is:
All about
you.
Doug, this work is the best yet! The blue lines moving into and out from center, the inspiring reds, the playful pinks and the mixture of color and texture…amazing. Really, I wish I could paint in this way…symbol, color, textue, you've inspired me once again. I was looking at your work and reading your words and almost spit my coffee on the screen when I saw my name…I had to read it twice to make sure I was seeing right…thank you for your kind words…you just made my day!
Love to you, Heather
:))
Lovely!! A trip for sure dear Doug…a dreamy trip…your words oozing with color and then I hear your work speak…:))
This here comment means “I liked it,” so I hope it's OK if I don't click on that button. Your use of color is delicious. I can feel the energy which must have flowed through you as you painted it. I love what you wrote too. The more we open ourselves to the “reality of imagination,” the more in-line with the Universe we feel. Art is channeled Universal Imagination. Artists are shamans, seekers, and seers. Your piece certainly denotes that.
Thank you Shanti! I love the poem you sent me and I’m even more in love now!
Hi there Heather girl and thank you thank you and no spitting coffee even if Picasso is ripping off your art! He probably did you know because time is an illusion. Still I’m happy to be on the planet at the same time you are here so I can watch you be!
Ah my love Nikki, Thank you! You spoil me with love, love and more love, but actually how can love be spoiled?
Hi Catherine and Thank you!!
I feel what you said and yes shamanism and making art are the same, both are done out of love and compassion and both are meant for healing.
“Oh dream big my love because it is real.”
Beautifully, Wonderfully stated !:)!
Thank you Elizabeth and so nice to see your smiling face on my page!
aah its all a dream…
… imagination so fertile…
it is all imaginings…
all these presences arising
as though separate from self
your painting is intense, vibrant
Hi Hummy and Thank You!!
Yes, it is a dream and the universe is a dream and it's so beautiful how love continuously weaves this dream and you are there also and if we strip it down, cry out less is more and remove all matter then what is left is singular. And maybe we are both this minimalist oneness and the multipicity of eternal creativity?
Today I am a field mouse and tomorrow I will become one with the hawk and in both states of being I am love.
This is so beautiful! I love the aqua circles and the way that they are mixed with the lighter color. The colors really suck you into the piece.