If reality was like a painting, would you try to enter the imaginary space of the painting, or would you pull aside the canvas to catch the painter in the act of creation?
Think of a painter as someone who attempts to capture reality. Not in a way that is most truthful to pure and plain existence, but in regards to what best illuminates their inner experience. In each of us, we experience a reality marred with the brushstrokes of our perception, formed by a combination of experiences
When aspects of the self are in a state of separation, full embodiment of one’s experience remains elusive, and our inner evolution slows to a state of suspension.
I hate the smell of acrylic on my spoon as I scoop breakfast. This morning I had aubergine with a titanium white side. And when I drew the curtains they drew back streaks of ochre on my threadbare suit. Of course, there isn’t any thread at all. I wish that magic felt at all magical.
THE ELIXIR OF LIFE The Comte de Saint-Germaine exclaimed, “They forget I wrote Shakespeare’s plays!” Like every story, this one flirted With the idea of eternal youth. What would you do if you were thirty Years old again? Would you change? Do the same or find it strange? How would you remain you? There is
glamorous painter painting a reality changing at your will through your eyes, let me see the paints of your artistic world metaphysical being, show me the true nature of everything things of the universe, beyond my senses i can’t perceive sketch the designs in my mind, of the perpetual cosmos don’t block my soul with
the canvas is a perfect sphere about four feet in diameter floating over the floor of my studio that i don’t have a studio or have ever seen a canvas sphere let alone one floating three feet over the paint-spattered marble floor doesn’t matter because this is a dream the painter i
For our first call for submissions to New Perspectives on Creative Inquiry, we asked our contributors to consider a passage adapted from Love of Knowledge, a book in the Time, Space, Knowledge series written by Tarthang Tulku. The passage brings our attention to sensory experience and the way we interpret and label that experience. What happens in