Art Monk

Your art monk-Photo taken by my
Beloved Anita.

Musings of an Art Monk

Picture if you will a monk, on the outside - She portrays the quiet serene peaceful priest. Reverently quietly seeking peace. Disciplined she practices her craft, over  and over again she repeats the same chants of love.

Open the robe and you find a tie-dyed hippie loving wild child seeking the truth of art being born. (grinning)

This Monk is in love with discovering art. I have been working with my true love- Clay. Okay, I agree it might be a little strange to claim clay as a love, however, she requires much attention!

I am discovering her body type, a clay that can withstand the firing of the kiln with more particles of groug…then there is a clay body that is more porcelain and smooth. She is plastic silky feeling. Each clay is distinctive and different. I learn with practice how to shape the form. I practice my craft- learning to perfect the form. As I practice my art every day- I am learning discipline!

 Back full circle we have come, the monk has on a dye tied robe with paint splattered all over it. (grinning) I am at peace with this sacred reverent journey. I am in love with my life. This time is only for art being born. God knows, it is a glorious time to Soar!

You walk into the room

Grinning from ear to ear

Your robe is splattered with paint

You have become one with the splashes

Each color represents

Love

The purple reverent Love

The blue ocean Love

The green heart Love

The red fire Love

The orange passion Love

The yellow sun soothing Love

The colors overlap

And move

The robe a canvas

For a video of Love

I am captivated

By your magical robe

Seeing myself

Laughing

Crying

Emotions of Love

Loosing

Finding

Knowing Love

You reach out to touch her robe

To touch yourself

Wide eyed in love

With Love

Safe

Secure

Wrapped in the fabric of Love