The Art of Resistance.

our life is paint, we the atrist,Earth the canvass, painting thoughts, coloured dreams, goals and visions for a better day. Allowing the light to enlighten and highlight gifts we possess. There will be greater and lesser artists, this is a given, concern yourself not, for this is not the intent of cosmic forces guiding you through your sojourn. Be one with the flow, do not resist the natural flow of things meant too be. You are no lesser or greater then the ladybug who clings to the willow leaf floating down river, ever waiting to seize the moment to disembark this lifeboat, to continue on with its goals as was scripted for it thousands of years before hand, no lesser then the stars of which it is made from...indeed, heed the lessons of the humble ladybug, and rejoice in the timing of that leaf. We are in a period of maniac painters of black and purple, intent on satisfying their greed and lust for wealth, control, and phallic power. Their art concerns destrution, death, and evil. They are the forces of opposites, bringing not harmony and peace. For hate is the aroma of evil...Shades of Aushwitz can be made out of the blur, frenzied eyes of children scream from the canvass, as the smoke reaches the edge of night. It is this art that is preferred by the global royalty, for they have not changed over the centuries. Lunatic obessions of the preverse passed down through the lines rule the day, children of the monsanto corn field. Continue to develop your gifts of art, experience colours and strokes, be authentic, as a flower paying homage to the morning sun's warmth, as gentle as lover's lips first kiss, a baby's smile. The universe will do the rest...art,a site of passive resistance. We await your truth,but always my friend, be authentic and in the moment.