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Where the Hell Did that Come From?



Ever wonder what is the true source of your creativity? Do you ever suspect that there are some spiritual underpinnings to your work that have little to do with you? Sometimes I feel as though I am channeling my ancestors when I create. My understanding of this over the years has deepened. Their voices still want to be heard so they come through in both my writing and my art. With ancestral inspiration there are moments of perfect clarity and flow; the art making takes little effort; it is almost automatic in the sense that clairvoyants use the word. I have also witnessed how my body, mind and spirit work as a conduit for spirits of various types to express in a visual format. These entities are most likely water spirits, but might also be fire spirits or earth spirits; conversely at times I am nudged in one direction or another by various Orisha, gods and goddesses. You can often see glimpses of them in the finished work. “In the Pink”, this collage featured today, is one of those pieces whose genesis and process has a spiritual depth and dimension. The process was deeply intuitive and felt automatic, not planned. It came together to exist on its own terms and I was the vessel to help it get there. This is a simple art card on the surface, with an almost mystical spiritual essence, far exceeding the capacity of the materials and methods for creating it.

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