Perhaps the artist life is the most sensitive. Those who create constantly are a flow of the divine creative spirit. The painter and the writer share the mere inspiration to feel inspired by a muse of life. There's times emotions become the inspiration while other times the vision becomes the painting.
The visionary artist sees what she creates before even picking up the paint brush. The vision becomes a new ground for exploration of creativity. The mind becomes an interesting land of ideas and channels for new flash images. We create to release, share, and let the divine creative flow move through the spirit. The mission within art is a choice. The artist makes a choice.
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In the midst of it all, thoughts sparkle like gold on a canvas. The thought of letting ideas move you become a city of wonder. The idea of building an ember city horizon lies awake in the mind. She is becoming more herself as the day persists. She's just a melody in an extraordinary day's midst.
The golden lit skyline sparkles and fades bright flecks of amber onto all the faces in the distance. She's onto you and the smoked red fumes. She's walking to her own melody becoming a flow of gravity. Her thoughts melt and twist into existence with every creative pore in her skin. She feels free within. The human essence is to be alive. To be within this existence becomes the most pure way to feel alive, inside this golden beehive. A fire beneath the bones brings life and passion together in a stylized burning fashion. The moment one let's go of thought and transforms into a creative, bold, energetic flow, we turn to gold. The skin breaks and cracks into golden fractures of light. A moment of water, fire, wind, and Earth's energies all collide in the amber sky. There's a glittery eye feasting on this madness. She's seeing the world in a whole new way, taking shape of an extraordinary day. This glitter eye becomes the vision for a creative mind. Miss glitter eye feeds the vision of the artists hunger. Eating glitter, lightning bolts of pure gold, and strawberry cheesecake a female visionary eye is born. This is a freestyle practice of letting words flow and becoming and trusting the process of free style writing. Thanks for reading. xoxoxo Sarah Opat The future beholds a colorful mysterious harmonious wack show. For now, Lake Michigan glows with purples and pink abstract light. There's a special glittery flow in the ebb an glow of a body of water in Chicago. The sun falls beneath the horizon as the buildings become jewelry boxes, blinging and glowing in all sparkly ways hitting all three eyes of the soul.
The mind rewinds and relaxes in nature with open skies. There's a coolness in the air with a honey dew flow of pinks and golden heart glows. The mind plays with a bag of tricks in the moment. Find your mind. Lose your mind. New attitude, here comes flow. The air is smooth like butter. It's all golden within as people get their fresh Jedi mind from taking a deep breath in. And with an inhale, I can tell this world I have what it takes. Chicago in the spring comes alive to the tune of bliss. Sitting on the lake side at Foster Beach becomes a dream turning into night. Dusk into a moon rising effect. Checking out the horizon constantly changing into an abstract painting of the moment. A certain style I pursue with the motto to be happy. Letting the soul feel life as a metaphor. Drive for the spirit to use the mind as a utensil. A perfectionist being imperfectly perfect. Please don't be deceived by the cold world and the dirty puddles. Some women in the 90's live in the underground. Play like your coming to the house of the jazz of the funky business. The abstract is kicking. The heart is reaching into the urban sound of life. |
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