ILLUSTRATION WRITING GARDEN NOTES
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by the terror of life.
Each terrible moment
is possessed by me so utterly,
that it is transformed
into strange beauty.
Waking in life is waking to beauty, but also to mortality. A terrible beauty. Waking to life is waking to wonder: why are we here? is the first cry of consciousness. I awoke in a willow tree, intensely aware of the world around me, pressing into me, a seamless passage of me into the air around--as if I were mixed into the birds and the tree, the smells and the shifting sun through the rustling leaves. My first thought was, "how utterly beautiful."
My second thought was a deep sadness. That this should be the world and there could exist pain in it! My heart felt ready to burst with that compassion. And so, I became a maker. I want to reach out to people, to show them beauty, and tell them, "look around us. Feel. Take the moment. Breathe." Art should be arresting, taking us out of our streams of unconsciousness to breathe the air again. I also want to stay in beauty, in the first life, in the feeling of One. And so I reject much of the socially imposed world and try to find my own path: the Life Created. This is part of my journey.
