When you enter the gallery . . . come in contact with an artists work . . . you are momentarily connected . . . you are open . . . influenced . . . looking to receive energy . . . feel embraced . . . seeking overlapping world views. You sense comfort in the images. Instantly feeling nurtured by the package of thoughts you share.
It feeds your core desire to feel connected and find comfort in a place of art . . . a home of messages . . . a home for heartfelt wishes . . .
But in a split second . . . your system of checks and balances has found a label . . . category . . . file folder to place my work in . . . if I don’t choose a “tag line” . . . memorable . . . catch phrase . . . you will stamp me with one. My gallery will be unexplored and you will forget to be remarkable.
You are imposed your thought system on the image you sense is mine. Be a sprout in your living kitchen and grow a healthy life.
But this isn’t about me or us it is about that healthy . . . joyful . . . smiling you that is waiting to come out . . . the authentic being . . . real . . . true . . . undisputed . . . valid . . . original . . . true to your spirit . . . successful . . . refreshing breath of nurturing spirit that you really are.
Despite external pressures you secretly strive outside yourself for the value that is knocking on your inner door to come out and be a healing . . . nurturing . . . restructuring force in your world. You will forget to fly like a bird . . . feel crisp as an autumn apple . . . connect to heart . . . and thrive like a vine in spring.
I am not big or loud. I am so simple . . . I am an artist . . . because your world needs a label . . . I have a professional degree (MFA) . . . because I had a need to prove to you that my silly stuff is not fluff . . .
I am my inner joy . . . aware of your inner joy . . . wanting to connect with the universal thought that is joy-filled. My art gallery speaks to those how are open . . . looking . . . attracted . . . to my “brand” of hopeful . . . healing . . . thought . . .
You see I have my own world (so do you) . . . I thought my world into existence. Built those thoughts into beliefs and constructed the solid framework around that system (just like you did) . . . but I went a step further and left a path of . . . reminders (words) . . . impressions (images) . . . and examples (illustrations) . . . to keep me from believing the doom and glum . . . sick and fear filled . . . sound bites that we casually download every day.
When you enter a gallery . . . greet your new friends . . . the messages . . . the encouragement . . . the simple wishes.
Hugs are simple dots. Look for them.
Smiles are heartfelt wishes that you send to yourself.
See them everywhere by feeling connected when you enter the gallery.