I use copper wire and fibers to knit/knot/weave/sew 3-D lines into sculptural forms/vessels. These vessels are conductive containers for 'inner+outer' electro-magnetic energy. Infused with 4-D/5-D energy; the vessels serve as receptacles for releasing constriction/dissolving constraints and neutralizing opposition. They 'hold in' and 'let out' simultaneously.
goes beyond words and speaks quietly through the language of the open heart
The teaching of Mary (Pte Ska Win, Quan Yin, et al.)
Is Stillness
You wake up
to the knowing
that the Love You think You desire
....the Love You feel You deserve
Has always been with You
Is... withIn You
Who You Are!
Only the mind has obscured this fact...
Only an illusion.... Only an illusion....
Take heart, though!!
There was nothing different You could have done
There is nothing that has to change
No one is at fault for not Seeing the Truth
We All have the opportunity, Now, to step Into the Love
It surrounds You, It holds You, You are Infused with It
Life Itself... Our True Nature, Our True Love
Romantic love is not unconditional love. It can't be defined, because it is the experience of who I am at the core... which are words that point at something that can't be described. And experiencing it is not something that can be shared. I can't talk about it. And that's okay. And death is really birth into true reality. No one needs to know that or be convinced. No friendships are needed. I died before I will die. No one needs to believe me. The things people see and the words they use to describe the near-death experience are based on what's on their current map. The words and definitions have been "believed-in" rather than the experience. And it all unfolds into the awareness of the experiencer as they continue on in the body.
So, what to do with all these objects? I realized whether I "throw" things away or keep them they will not leave the planet any time soon.
I'm not concerned about the "organic materials": rocks, shells, dried mushrooms, bark, sticks, leaves, feathers, etc. They can take care of themselves. (I wonder if anyone has returned shells to a beach where they would not naturally be found?)
I once found a pebble on a beach, outside Rome, with a star drawn on it, with pencil. Of course, I still have it!
It is wrapped in a piece of paper with the name of the location where I found it. And it sits in the matchbox where I have kept it for, nearly, 28 years. [Now 42 years, ‘still the same now] I remember the day that I found it: the carabinieri stopped us on our motorcycles because we were young; and being young meant you were under suspicion of being terrorists (in this time of the Red Brigade). This same day, the reigning pope had been shot.
I have tons of artwork. Books. Fabric. Beads...
I'm planning some kind of systematic give-away.
11/1/2023 Update coming on additional synchronicity attached to this stone. Synchronicity isn’t the best word for this experiencing.
Hand knit nylon cord, cloth yarn, and wire; metal hanger; formed and knit wire objects; collected/found objects; steel clips
My artwork is dedicated to all child survivors around the globe. Each stitch is infused with the healing energy of unconditioned love.
