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.
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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.
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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 sky 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.
Pastelist and remarkable color queen, Beth Lowell splashes the inner psyche with a divine flow on the New Jersey coastline. Lowell's artistic insight shines outside her being and into the external world of letting go.
Lowell and I had the opportunity to chat on the phone about her creative process and where the mind goes when in the flow of creating. Her words reflected a Buddhist understanding of releasing worry and connecting with the oneness of nature.
The impressionistic style allows Lowell's mind to flow in a state of beginners mind, embracing impermanence. Lowell's work celebrates the energetic spirit within animals and the organic movement of nature. Her color scheme shines light on fluidity. Lowell's pastel works resemble delicate oil paintings. The genius blending of colors makes Lowell's work a poetic, visionary conversation.
Lowell finds herself creating in nature and holding space for the inner artist to emerge as she lives in the moment. Her pastel work translates as a marvelous soundtrack to natures song within the universe. The hum of the universe is found within her landscape and animal pieces.
The balance of timelessness and simplicity evolve within Lowell's art. One can feel the creative, organic passion in each piece. The language of creating allows Lowell to understand the connection with the philosophy of being one with nature. Lowell continues to conceptualize this divine connection to understand how the individual is a part of nature.
Written by Sarah Opat
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It's a wonder how this art comes from this soul, this life. This journey is always evolving and transforming into new emotions, vibrations, and ideas. I feel grateful to let my art evolve as much as I do, spiritually and personally.
I find answers in the questions my subconscious leaks out as I paint/create. There's divine moments when I paint abstract colorful images that release my soul's deepest questions - just to find the answer through painting. There's an odd, delightful, fruit punch flavor of each download that arises through painting and releasing emotion.
(I find myself) receiving answers to my subconscious' questions EVERY TIME I PAINT. I feel my spirit come alive when I paint abstract at the flick of a wrist. Creating with a free flow reminds my soul to feel alive. I feel like the questions I didn't even know I have are answered through paining abstract, free flow color.
Thankful my parents gave me paint and crayons as a little blonde poof of hair. I am eternally grateful to grow up in a household where coloring and making art was an everyday thing. I am thankful for my three older sisters to create by my side. There's so much to learn in this life and I feel I've been blessed to learn about art from the very start. Thank you friends, creatives, and fellow supporters. Creating with divine intention to be free keeps my soul alive - makes me remember the exact reason my soul is on this planet, to create.
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