It takes the shape of the container it fills up.
If you're a musical cup, then the water tastes of rhythm and beat.
If you're a painter cup, then the water becomes quite colourful.
If you're a writing cup, then the water is all made up of words.
But what makes the water tasty?
It's when there's a whole lot of heart in it. Passion. Flow.
Art happens when the heart knocks ...and we lovingly allow ourselves to become the containers that holds the water the Universe is pouring through.
I once had a dream. Art was a masculine force, and it came to me and became my Lover. And from that passionate embrace, Art poured into me seeds of life ... and from those seeds grew the seed of a child within me ... and I birthed it many moons later. And it was my Intuitive Art.
This is how I knew with all certainty - that I must continue to bring forth many more children. For that passionate embrace with Art, my Liquid Lover is so powerful, so satisfying ... I cannot help but crave for more. And with each growing conception, it is a delight and a rush as the energies compel me into a frenzy .. much like that of bringing forth a real physical child into the world. Losing sleep, losing sense of time and place and being completely focused on that birthing ... and never feeling the exhaustion after, but only sheer joy and exhilaration of having brought something new into this world ... this is the reward of the Artist Heart ~
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| My visual art is shared on heartistry.blogspot.com |
Here's a beautiful video i found on YouTube .. that illustrates well the pull of Art to the Artist (^v^)
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