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Why did the caged bird sing? Because the seat of the soul is beautiful. We chase that beauty and try to capture it in our lives. Beauty can not be defined as God can not. That is what artists do. Chase beauty and try to capture it, render it, represent it. Some of the adept artists spent their lives chasing the beauty of a single concept, only to fall short every time. The quest never satisfied. Beauty can not be captured. The photograph falls short. Beauty is a communion with God, a moment felt. A pure feeling that sparks a cascade of reactions, thoughts, responses. The caged bird sings because the beauty is in experiencing the sound of its own voice, the seat of the soul. The beauty is in the totality of the experience from its own point of view. From the bird’s perspective, it is beauty. It sees no cage. Thus is the nature of the soul when it speaks. I am a high spirit that creates in the realm of #housewifery. What I make comes from need (function) or my perception of my needs. I needed a space to put my yarns, so I can feel worthy to use the wool, silk, cotton and rayon yarn (my dream and highest need for my fiber art and Töki Hats) that has been sitting for years while I opted to use the acrylic storebought craft yarn because of its abundance. I didn’t understand that I was creating lack by not using what I had with gratitude. I desire what I perceive as high art. I kept myself from it. A simple basket represents the seat of my soul. A form to hold and house my heart’s desires. A form I can sing my love into. A household object that I can hold space for what I need, what I love, what I perceive as important to me right now. This is an offering to nurture myself in honor of my talents. And it is quite practical. Now I have four beautiful hand painted baskets to organize and prioritize my yarn, moving it out of the realm of collection (fear of loss) into abundance; a trust that I will have everything that I need. I sing like the sparrow. #radical #house #wifery #housewifery #radicalhousewifery #housewife #Iamthesparrow #whythecagedbirdsings #baskets #weaving #painting #creativityasaspiritualpractice #silverandgoldalchemy #twinflame

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This is just background noise. #painting #canvas #creativityasaspiritualpractice #redstringcouncil #highspirit

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Many dots on the Red String. Many points and dimensions. I look for dots, like sparks of light inside my mind letting me know your soul has arrived. He is a High Priest in the Mayan Order. High Priest teaching me High things. I am only beginning. He teaches me some yesterancestor, some plant technology, some energy technology, some vortex and portal. Alom Q'Alom T'ze Ba'laam is preparing the gate, and I prepare the bridge. Bridge of red dots along the narrative of the Red String. He is making my red dots bigger, more vibrant, to be seen, felt, heard! What does the dot say to you? (at Ulysses, Kansas)

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My work is a part of my spiritual journey towards freedom. There is no greater joy than to express what goes on deep within me. Creativity is an expression of my soul; and spirit. And what is my work? My work is the creative expression of every moment of my life, in the moment. #paintedmother #creativityasaspiritualpractice #soulart #soulmate #soulartist #lifebeyond #journeying #freedom (at The Nest)

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Laying in my garden.

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Adornment is a radical act of self love! #töki

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Sometimes, I want to stop midthought and record the image, just to experience how I move. I wanna know what I look like with my head bowed and arms raised. Or how the curve of my backbone contrast with the sway of hip. I used to be a skinny girl, see? An emaciated girl with straight hair too weak to curl. A hungry girl in denial that disappeared as a master observer. Today, I am amazon. Big boned and weighted with force that proceeds me. My laughter bellows and shakes the belly unapologetically. My hands, huge, and my feet pound!!! Grounded.

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Wilkes Barre PA showing featuring the Narrative of the Red String. Graphic art, paintings, paintsketches and a plethora of community events! #whalesongcontinuum #paintedmother #performativelecture #publicperformanceart

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The first physical manifestation of the Narrative of the Red String; an online Facebook page. Because red string is a very intelligent emotive virtual story through creative expression.

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A show-ING that raises many questions about the purpose of art, or creativity, in our daily lives. The Narrative of the Red String originated as a service work by sharing process of healing and transformation on social media. Red dots clearly articulated by "Art as a Spiritual Practice" that every human can employ to instigate change. https://www.facebook.com/events/614489705411058/?ti=icl #creativityasaspiritualpractice #narrativeart #narrativeoftheredstring #paintedmother #artshow #publicperformanceart #performativelecture #intersectionality

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A show-ING that raises many questions about the purpose of art, or creativity, in our daily lives. The Narrative of the Red String originated as a service work by sharing process of healing and transformation on social media. Red dots clearly articulated by "Art as a Spiritual Practice" that every human can employ to instigate change. https://www.facebook.com/events/614489705411058/?ti=icl #creativityasaspiritualpractice #narrativeart #narrativeoftheredstring #paintedmother #artshow #publicperformanceart #performativelecture #intersectionality

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Eyes windows to the soul.

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She couldn't understand that charmisa. When the people came, she had a few thought forms to preoccupy them, so she could remain invisible.

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I spent a lot of time in churches, especially when the congregation was absent. It's where my mother would go to get delivered. Well, hers were storefront and all about spirit. Me, I'd sit quietly among the stone of old cathedrals, the statues of white salvation and the relics. I like the relic. I was a pilgrim.