…And something ignited in my soul,
fever or I remembered wings,
and I went my own way,
deciphering
that burning fire
and I wrote the first bare line,
bare, without substance, pure
foolishness,
pure wisdom
of one who knows nothing,
and suddenly I saw
the heavens
unfastened
and open.
Pablo Neruda
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Author: Gord Clements
I find some satisfaction in the act of attempting to express my experience of life through painting, writing, language and other art forms. I have been painting for over thirty five years and combine my love of art with a meditative and contemplative way of life. I have an intuitive sense that true creativity is something that arises from beyond and through the self that can be explored and shared through some form of expression although I always hope to open to the influence of that which is beyond my limited sense of self.
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