I have been contemplating again today the way that a life can unfold when we consider ourselves artists and the living of our lives itself, the ultimate work of art.
In my world, when I consider my life an art project, I find the fundamental medium for use in it’s creation is the “stuff” of love in being. With this perspective, my identity transforms. I become an artist formally known as M, infusing a focus on just being love, riding the emotions that arise and fall while doing the living of a human life in our shared art gallery.
As I do this being in love, I sit back and watch the magic unfold.
From living a life with this focus and intent, then even the very things I surround myself with (those props of human life used in the external flow of living) become not just mere objects, but the art teachers that they actually are. The power of their ability to teach is directly related to how close to the hand of the creator they come from and where the eye looking to see does so from. Their actual structures can emanate the truth as we together become permeated with a sense of meaning from the very source point of creation. Look around your home because we all have examples that can help us understand what I am on about, as it is happening. This is just a little exercise offered as a way to access a tangible example of what the words left here represent:
Hold in your hand something that is mass produced, made quickly in time by a machine as the structural artist (I pick up a lap blanket purchased at Bed Bath and Beyond). Then hold in your hand another version of that same something that was created directly by the human hand as manifest thought of an artist in action creating, with meaning over time (I pick up the granny square alpaca wool blanket I made last year).
A completely different inner experience CAN be had while doing this externally sourced comparison which directly has do with how close the touch of the creator is as it comes through creation and in the act of creation in time. Now this is not to say that beauty and the grand intention of love in creation is not to be found in quickly mass produced, machine made material, but for me it is definitely felt as a few more layers removed and thus is harder to cull reminders of being home in the doing with and from.
So just what else can be considered art in the doing of living while being from home? Well, everything. I was drinking a bottle of sparkling water the other day and happened to catch this message written faintly on the inside back of the bottle:
I love this idea of what can be considered art and completely agree. What do you want to do with your life and how are you doing it? Whatever your answer is, there is your great art project and how you are doing it becomes your own personal gallery (…and I believe, there are no wrong answers, ultimately no bad art when beheld by the EYE THAT IS BEAUTIFUL!)
I also recently have been enjoying looking at the externalized relationship with art as it has developed for humans over time within the context of the shared history that we CURRENTLY know about. The oldest known human art expressed on an externalized gallery (of sorts) is at Chauvet Cave. (See comments for documentary link).
I think about the human hand with it’s crooked finger that made this art. Then I look down at my own hand and see a similar crooked finger, and my oh my!, the profound feeling of being home again that starts to flow. REALLY REALLY look at the art work of our human family from 32,000 years ago with the EYE IN YOUR HEART and I will be stunned if you, too, do not have a spontaneous ecstatic seizure (thank you for such a stunning place to poach from Michael 🙂 ).
Another truly delicious resource that speaks so eloquently about life as the art project that it can be is Beauty: The Invisible Embrace by John O’Donohue. It is rare these days for me to find a book that so closely speaks in the language of the way that I think, assign meaning and live my life. I discovered this brilliant man and this particular book for the first time last fall. He writes from the place of being love in the beauty of form that it takes. I have been reading his words ssslllooowwwlllyyy, savoring every morsel.
Upon discovering that this heart of gold man had already passed away, my chest instantly felt a heavy pang, as if a close friend had just died. John speaks my language and he has been a rare anam cara find. I am now left within a happiness that today he communicates with me on the breeze I feel when I stand and look out over his beloved ocean from my home here in Oregon. However, I still would have liked to have had the opportunity to give him a hug in the humanoid person before he made his exit from the clay on to the next adventure. I find I miss him terribly, even though I never met him here.
So on this blog, often to the surface eye I share a doing, say with a tea experience or a Japanese mirror, but to the eye in the heart, what I am really attempting in my own small way to share is a quick peek at OUR private inner gallery. It is a share of the love from what it is to be being M, living in the world as she sees, tastes, touches, smells and hears in the doing human home from the remembrance of being home.
We all create art in the gallery of living …and we can do it with a hand that touches the canvas or with the remembrance of what gives that hand it’s arise into existence to begin with.
Look closer. The choice is yours.
I am sitting quietly in the background today, smiling a secret smile as I look out, and seeing my true name lit with candles, I look again with the heart, seeing what the mirrors I surround myself with reflect back.
“I don’t mean to scare you. I am not obsessing. I am just curious.”
Job Description: BEING
If I asked you to come away and create something beautiful with me in the gallery cave of our being tonight, would you?
The artist formerly always known, currently as ____x_____ .
(our true, deeper same name goes there where X marks the spot 🙂 )
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Another great resource that I enjoyed which can help one to begin to understand a more “spiritual” spot for looking at what human art is and how important it is in the experience of living I found in the series How Art Made The World. (see comments for links). EXCELLENT and very interesting thoughts about why similar rock and cave art from different cultures in those ancient times is found all around the world.