My Zen collection on display!
The reward… it is true pleasure to see my work have its own space 🙂
This is part of my abstract collection called “Zen collection”
It’s painted with soothing strokes & peaceful pastel colors.
Happy holidays to you all!!
Tall, pink, golden or brown
you rest the eyes
Frame the mind
and sooth our soul.
Upright and genuine
You are reality’s delicacy
We are constantly being told that suffering is an essential component to self-growth, I beg to differ. I’d rather see suffering as optional.
Bingeing which used to be a source of grief, uncertainty & tremendous despair is today, to my latest discovery, part of a project, the germination of… a bit like a disheveled, disconnected & chaotic building-site that takes a turn for the better three quarters of the way, revealing the beauty of careful planning, the scrutiny of detail, the hard earned result of love… perfection & poetry in curves & colors.
Even though I’d rather sail on a pink cloud throughout I envision my “phase” as part of a scheme… a fraction of the perfection about to be.
What we can be sure about is that challenges are transitory & if we realize it is to take us to where the sun shines we might worry less on the way.
Trying to understand the bigger picture has loosened the knots & brought peace when least expected.
Bryant H. McGill says, “Abundance is a process of letting go. That which is empty can receive”.
Letting go of my food for me is the answer to inviting after many years of struggle, abundance & quality in my life.
The question is, when/will it happen & is it only up to me?
That remains to be seen…
From cotton to earth
From small to tall
You got there first
Quicker than them all
This experience came out by accident. We soaked chick peas a bit too long and some of them started to sprout. So we just put them on soaked cotton wool to let them continue their process which turned out into a full swing project!
A Plethora of grace & beauty
From time to time we all have a ME
That is glad, festive, merry & blithe.
Others where a floater crashes the fete
Wishing to steal this happy episode
Forcing us to sag, brain pumping…
Inveterate negativity, inherent from birth
Result of a chain never severed…
Where do we cut & where do we build?
Life’s exposure is at intervals, stains of ink
On delicate fabric… follow instructions
Patiently & you might foresee a clear, fine
Patch in lieu of the hole created by attrition.
Hold on to the keys of the portal
You could design, projecting, installing
As a counteraction equilibrium so that
The day you have a ME synonym to
Grace & beauty, will be a Plethora of
Constancy with intruders having no
Choice but to bow down on their knees.