ART . Love . Spirituality . Oneness . ALSO
Mark my marks.
Young and old artists will form collectives and make work in hiddenness and joy on infrastructure and rubbish, on good paper and linen on tree stumps and train skins.
Poets with ink and pen reading in the dead of night.
Novels whispered from manuscripts found behind shed doors.
Comedian improv side splitters outside under trees or on tin shed lounges.
Musicians on trains paying interruption fines.
Candlelit Macbeth in desert caves.
Didge echoes in rain forest seclusion.
The dark deep spiritual intelligence of artists
births endless evolutionary miracles.
Artists are gods
untouched by an eternally limited golden calf intelligence.
“3 Wise Men” Acrylic, guache on canvas. 2007. Artist: Peter Breen