Musings of the Untamed

art is a tool, a means to bring us into perfect spiritual equilibrium in the moment.  when we no longer strive to connect with the divine but recognize it as present in the tip of the mind’s tongue or in the graphite of a pencil or in the space between breaths we realize that all we do is divine.  there is no art and artist only a force that makes the fractal pattern seen in a flower seem so naturally harmonious and right.  art surfs the liminal.  it lies between direct and indirect experience.  it sniffs out transitory moments and solidifies them in the canvas of mystery.  it marries the exterior with the interior.  the material and the imaginary feedback on each other until time ceases.  art reaches from the individual to the shared, from the finite to the infinite.  in doing so it dissolves the barrier between us and them and strengthens the wordless in the realm of words.  the act of creation transmutes the mind into the heart.