"What's happnin, Butterfly. What's up, butterfly. What's happnin." - Digable Planets
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What if the dream weaver took a day off and the whole world collapsed. This moment is new, profoundly new. The pure moment is the existentialists biggest day dream. The moment allows us to take our shoes off for awhile and come into the space of being. The space of being true to yourself, your feelings, your head space, your heart space in this exact moment. Dropping into our hearts. Dropping into our most divine essence.
I have gratitude for the dreamers. I have gratitude for the light healers, the light workers, the artists, the poets, the kids who grew up playing with art and never stopped. We are the children of the planet. The star seeds of this moment. This moment in time we become exactly who we are, divine, powerful, full of light, love, and energy from another world. Dear Star Seed, You are more than you know. You are divinity meets stardust. You are light and darkness within the complexity of human skin and DNA. Our lineage brings us together. Our lineage brings us forth to be the truest form we can possibly be within our human skin. The divine love pouring from our hearts is here for us. Right now. There's endless love within our hearts we just have to break down the boundaries we have between that space. There comes a moment in time where space and balance collide. Since moving to Denver in August 2019, there's a new connection of pure consciousness in the community. It's fine tuned and alive in awareness deep in the wisdom of soul.
The honest raw honey that slips through my fingers as I live this abundant artist life. Finishing out what I started in the vengeance of what I've made. I'll shine on with my glitter infused art. In due time, I'll shine on through new pulling tides. The gold is transmuted in my art. My art is infused with a shining gleaming beam of soul. Let's roll through the punches and skip the line. There's a deep sense of appreciation for uproooting the region and living on mountain time. Denver shines on as I do the same. There's some sort of spiraling connection of love infused spirits walking each other home. Thankful for authentic connections and diving deep into presence and deep into my being. Cheers to authentic connection in the good vibe tribe. Electrify my mind
Come into the laced beach house doorway and forget about he margins of time Electrify my golden eye Smoking past lovers lies Electrify my mind Suppose we live in the same time Just to let me decide Electrify my golden mind Can't look at those eyes without sparks flying Suppose you looked at me for one flash of a second in this universe and in that moment our lives forever changed. Our minds, souls, time, becoming the loving kind Electrify my mind I honestly feel like I am just the loving kind Oh dear your a sunset ocean wave washing over my golden mind. Written this morning by Sarah Opat July 15, 2019 * Phone ringing in empty street *
The phone on the streets of Chicago in Pilsen are ringing. Gratitude is calling. Breathing in deep and remember what one is grateful for. Your sight, your mobile body, your presence, your brain, the air in the lungs keeping our hearts, organs, and beautiful minds alive and full of fresh ideas. Let the moment perplex you and erase the hex of the past. Breathe in gratitude to change your current attitude. The moment is pure and we are right here. To enjoy this moment and be free from thought patterns allow us to be truly free. To be free in this moment means you are destined for greatness in the ever shining light of gratitude. Photo taken in Pilsen when I was four years younger and walking around working for NYCH Gallery. XOXOXOXO Talking Stones Sarah O. The following pieces are for sale as prints.
Sarah Opat created these mixed media designs using an open mind, magazines, and pouring resin. The final finish is glossy and thick with love. Prints are $30 + shipping and handling. Email to order yours today! Art makes for great gifts and also adds a loving flavor to your walls. Email all purchase inquires: [email protected] This photo was taken at NYCH Gallery in Chicago in Pilsen four years ago during an art show for "Pookie". This artist is known for re-creating and re-building bikes and riding them around Chicago. This loveley shot captures the energy the art give off into the steamy room of Chicago people.
The energy is always lively and free at NYCH Gallery. 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. 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 |
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