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Comparison Is A TrapFor me the creation of art is a spiritual practice, and I'll return to this theme again and again. One of the primary features of that spiritual practice is transcendence over ego. I want to emphasize the word "practice" here, meaning that my expectation of myself and of others is not perfection, but process. It's an effort that's renewed constantly while I exist in this physical space-time reality.Comparison Is A Trap by emcorpus
Ego means giving in to childhood trauma-based voices of "not good enough" "better than" "less than". If one doesn't proceed from the standpoint of LOVE -- of one's own creative inherent nature, of connectedness to the creative inherent nature of others, of the need to express and be part of the change of human experience -- then one falls into the trap of comparison. That's ego-based.
Lately, in my art creation process, I'm striving for spontaneity and rapidness of execution. This has always in previous times been problematic, if not downright impossible. I've determined that ego play
Get On The Donkey?Freedom of speech, there is that rightGet On The Donkey? by Redsterfish
maybe only for those who really see the light.
Or those who think they´re on the bullit,
not only policemen wearing a mustache and a mullet.
We´re talking about guys who don´t beat women,
and just fuck with their friends for the sake of trueman.
Threaten any other thinking man by introducing their
hillbilly family which, fortunately lives in the woods out there.
The party is over, titts are for lovers only,
hello all you lovely people riding a pony.
Get stuck on some pork roast with a sausage,
and make sure you have that clear message.
Look at them how cute they work,
will they ever look in a mirror to see the yerk?
For sure not, a brass machine like this is self confident,
not messing around while building up their tent.
To like live under and in the brotherhood
of a sad, but oh so misunderstood
and paranoid walking talking living doll,
with a brain full of blackwater lol.
Keep doing untill you rot and decay,
I won´t have any
Who raped that stinking princess?Wanna kill that idiot,Who raped that stinking princess? by Redsterfish
the stinking princess has now
the permission to shout at
anyone that crosses her way.
The paranoid bum including,
a piceous glibber glabber shadow
walking with her, takes
everybody´s breath away.
Her intruderness smells
like a deep fryer, sweet and fishy.
As she opens her arms
any lover surly just dies.
She collects bodies en mass
with a shopping chart that is oozing
and dropping out the sweat
caused by 'facial' hair.
Stinking grey woman
drown in au de cologne
... I will wear a gas mask
and another wig...
. du mal .. du mal .. du mal . by Amanda-Graham
. du mal .
de faire une offre pour vous
à la manière des fleurs du mal
vivre à l'intérieur de moi
douleur que nous allons endurer
il est tard Juillet
la puanteur pourrie
des rues de Paris
tout aussi vide
elle ne me suit
et je me suis rendu
à maintes reprises
Enfin, je tournai le dos sur elle
et ont ramené ma vie
cette vie est une tragédie série en français
elle m'a tué sur une plage de sable
où je ne fus jamais
tels sont les fleurs mortes douces
nous avons à offrir
debout sur les coins
de Paris en cette fin Juillet
Le thème de ma vie, à la fois pour vous et moi ...
© Amanda 2015
Image: "by the fence - II" by :iconBlauBeerKuchen: © 2015
Alone And Looking Into Strange FacesAfter dinner I decided to cycle that same old orbit as so many times bevore. A really nice evening seemingly, nice air not too hot, took my painting accessoires with me and got on the road. As always had a stop at the gas station for a coffee to go or to bike. Was nippin´on the coffee and having a cigarette while riding, thinking about possible subjects to draw, buildings or landscape crops. After a while I arrived at the gravel pit, it was closed somehow, a chain was over the way, so I took the bike and lifted it over. There is this like a hundred years old gravel plant, rusty and decaying, could be a nice object to draw? But there wasn´t any place to sit down and work. Was walking around for a while and the scenery made me somehow more and more confused. The dying junk machine coopted me, my mood went down and down no way to get in touch... Better leave now, I already saw the sandhills coming down swallowing me. Maybe come back on a better day, I was thinking. Again liftedAlone And Looking Into Strange Faces by Redsterfish