Pinkorchid
The Force is Strong With This One
[size=12pt]I pick up my brush and I will paint for you the picture that come to me of my slice of reality.
My words like colors on a palette may not include all the hues available, but my intent is to create, to the best of my ability, within the framework of my remembered experience, a wholesome analogy of ALL That Is.
Like all paintings we are first confronted by the blank canvas. Is it really blank or does it contain all the potentiality that could possibly ever be or ever will be?
It offers us the pure moment of completion all unto itself , yet calls to us to express aspects of ourselves, to grow, to color with abandon all that maybe.
In it's offering of this unbounded potential we are given the most purest gift of Love.
The blank canvas as much as it is complete also triggers an ancient and deep felt feeling of loneliness , of the isolation of the singularity expressed in totality.
How does the canvas bring unto itself novelty?
Novelty that would bring back to the canvas individual experiences stepped in self directed creativity ,yet contained as an outpouring of love of self, bringing the multitudinous and ecstatic blessings of who and what the canvas is, to the canvas , so that it may bask in the feeling of unity of divergent aspects of itself.
"I once was alone but now I am not , for I have those aspects to bring me love and comfort."
"Comfort that is as eternal as I am and we are all that is."
We have not yet engaged the canvas , but dwell for a time upon the wondrous light it emits, glorious and all encompassing, bounded by the gravity of the Love of all that is.
The canvas sends out it's seeds of light , complete , whole unto themselves containing all the essence of the canvas. Ready to find their own framework and paint their own pictures.
Like fractals upon fractals upon fractals , all that is , repeats again and again the template of all that is. Like a picture reflected in a mirror it is eternal.
Stretching from all that is , out to Universes , Galaxies, Solar Systems, Planets, Humans/Animals, Cells , Atoms, Protons and neutrons,electrons and quarks to ALL THAT IS.
Finally I am ready to engage the canvas.
Can I bring the novelty that is my prime directive?
I dip my tool the brush which is humanity into the medium of the first dimension.
Stroking the color upon the canvas , creating a line second dimension.
First I must create the background upon which my novelty will lay.
I am inspired by the color that I chose and begin to outline the subject of my painting.
I know I have begun to limit myself to confine my perspective , but this is necessary if I am to create novelty.
This pushes me to grow , to find alternative expressions of all that I am.
As I work through lifetimes , I add more and more to my creation.
Then suddenly I find my direction upon the canvas and paint a glorious tree.
To this tree, I add texture for the bark ( 3rd dimension )
Then I add the leaves , many , many experiences and lifetimes.
It is time to draw the roots , deep expressions of my inner reality , my delving into my inner world.
Thirsting for knowledge and understanding.
Who Am I.
Through this searching, this spreading of roots , this branching of knowledge, I receive the nutrients needed to grow and blossom.
One day I know I will produce a seed, for that is my destiny and that seed will contain again all that is.
My great love goes with that seed and I see now that I am one of many , many. many tree's in the forest of creation.
All growing and experiencing to bring novelty to the canvas.
I now understand what motivates me to seek , for I to carry the original pain of loneliness and that pain will not be replaced or substituted by anything other than by me returning to the canvas with my own unique novelty.
Pinkorchid [/size]
My words like colors on a palette may not include all the hues available, but my intent is to create, to the best of my ability, within the framework of my remembered experience, a wholesome analogy of ALL That Is.
Like all paintings we are first confronted by the blank canvas. Is it really blank or does it contain all the potentiality that could possibly ever be or ever will be?
It offers us the pure moment of completion all unto itself , yet calls to us to express aspects of ourselves, to grow, to color with abandon all that maybe.
In it's offering of this unbounded potential we are given the most purest gift of Love.
The blank canvas as much as it is complete also triggers an ancient and deep felt feeling of loneliness , of the isolation of the singularity expressed in totality.
How does the canvas bring unto itself novelty?
Novelty that would bring back to the canvas individual experiences stepped in self directed creativity ,yet contained as an outpouring of love of self, bringing the multitudinous and ecstatic blessings of who and what the canvas is, to the canvas , so that it may bask in the feeling of unity of divergent aspects of itself.
"I once was alone but now I am not , for I have those aspects to bring me love and comfort."
"Comfort that is as eternal as I am and we are all that is."
We have not yet engaged the canvas , but dwell for a time upon the wondrous light it emits, glorious and all encompassing, bounded by the gravity of the Love of all that is.
The canvas sends out it's seeds of light , complete , whole unto themselves containing all the essence of the canvas. Ready to find their own framework and paint their own pictures.
Like fractals upon fractals upon fractals , all that is , repeats again and again the template of all that is. Like a picture reflected in a mirror it is eternal.
Stretching from all that is , out to Universes , Galaxies, Solar Systems, Planets, Humans/Animals, Cells , Atoms, Protons and neutrons,electrons and quarks to ALL THAT IS.
Finally I am ready to engage the canvas.
Can I bring the novelty that is my prime directive?
I dip my tool the brush which is humanity into the medium of the first dimension.
Stroking the color upon the canvas , creating a line second dimension.
First I must create the background upon which my novelty will lay.
I am inspired by the color that I chose and begin to outline the subject of my painting.
I know I have begun to limit myself to confine my perspective , but this is necessary if I am to create novelty.
This pushes me to grow , to find alternative expressions of all that I am.
As I work through lifetimes , I add more and more to my creation.
Then suddenly I find my direction upon the canvas and paint a glorious tree.
To this tree, I add texture for the bark ( 3rd dimension )
Then I add the leaves , many , many experiences and lifetimes.
It is time to draw the roots , deep expressions of my inner reality , my delving into my inner world.
Thirsting for knowledge and understanding.
Who Am I.
Through this searching, this spreading of roots , this branching of knowledge, I receive the nutrients needed to grow and blossom.
One day I know I will produce a seed, for that is my destiny and that seed will contain again all that is.
My great love goes with that seed and I see now that I am one of many , many. many tree's in the forest of creation.
All growing and experiencing to bring novelty to the canvas.
I now understand what motivates me to seek , for I to carry the original pain of loneliness and that pain will not be replaced or substituted by anything other than by me returning to the canvas with my own unique novelty.
Pinkorchid [/size]
