ArtOutside

I'm on my way out the door traveling today to Austin TX... excited to be a Live painter at this year's ArtOutside!

"Art Outside is a unique “boutique” art festival that uses the lush central Texas woods as a canvas for a multi-sensory exploration of all things artistic.

... a unique three day festival combining visual and interactive art, performance, film, as well as a wide range of music bridging genres, from bluegrass to experimental, hip-hop to dance music. Art Outside started with the idea to bring art out of the galleries and into a unique setting where different forms of art can connect and be enjoyed by all."

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I'm excited to find out what I'm going to be painting, what stories will come through, and what the shape of my expression is currently.  I'm going to be a witness to this right along with my viewers.  In a sense, I'll be listening.  To my own process, and especially to all the amazing art being conducted all weekend long by artists from around the world.  This listening is a harvest, and I am grateful for the bounty of ripe awareness and learning.

in love & gratitude
∞ ceci
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week twenty seven >> "listen"

Stepping into this week we couldn't quite bid adieu to Z page from last week, and so "listen" stays anchored for another week in Z bay of our contemplation and intrigue.  This is certainly one of our fave pages, always standing out as if silently shouting out its own cultivated discoveries and prophecies about the roots of life on earth and beyond.  

Faces within faces appear to tell us tales of our own origins... for me as I sit with this page and truly listen, taking it in with all my senses, I feel the idea of origins as a hologram that truly has no actual beginning, as we go beyond ancient humanity, beyond our cells, atoms, and amoebas, beyond this planet into the unknown universe... which is possibly the very destination of this whole hay ride, also without end.

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Life -of earth, of human, of cosmos- is the ultimate artist, and we living beings are the extensions of creation, inherently creative in every action and thought... inside our bodies alone, with out moving a muscle, we are in a constant state of creation.  Yes, this makes us all artists, and when we recognize this and we put it into intentional action, then O yes, then it is revealed and great creative enterprise is born. Through our stories and creative expressions, personally and collectively, we each gain access to our own personal drives, inspirations, and passions.  If we listen, with all senses, we may un-tap the wealth of our own potential harnessing within us... if we do this collectively.... then what is possible?

∞ceci

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listen

You know, even though we have had ZBOOK as our companion for over 14 years, even though it lives as an intimate part of our lives, we are continually discovering it all the time. In many ways that's what we are doing here in Zblog; each look at each page is a fresh transmission with more layers rising up to the surface of our awareness all the time. Although I had a hand in creating these pages, I often feel quite outside of them. I don't mean separation here, I mean like sanding outside a house that you built and designed, yet without a blueprint... ZBOOK is not really mine or ours, it is its own entity that we now go inside to visit and step out again to reflect upon. It is a field of expression that streamed through us as we surrendered to each moment of offering markings and stories and pieces of life we found along our paths that carry their own stories... a place where we allowed these elements to dance and blend into a music we could never premeditate, story layered songs that we ourselves get to hear fresh,

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over and over, each time like another first, inducing current personal reflection and ripe inspiration. Jennifer and I were talking today about this, this LIVE essence of ZBOOK and our work together (as also explored in our other books and projects), how the process of how we create these pages is truly a stream of call and response that we simultaneously swim in and surrender in its current flow. It is what makes our work possible. It's called play, something I feel to be the avenue for the greatest work to be done, through which all possibility and potential can flourish, through which discovery becomes innovation. Z pages have their own stories to tell, even to us, as their summations are new arrivals, even as they carry the gestation of a thousand seasoned layers. The layers we may know personally, but the whole fruit grown from these elements, now ripe and beckoning harvest, is completely fresh food for our thought. When I experience art in the world, and if it speaks to me, a piece will evoke ideas, connections, and emotions in me helping me experience myself and where I stand in that moment in time, creatively and personally. The wild thing is to be experiencing this caliber of reflection via my own art. To feel both inside and outside the work, inside the elements, outside the entity each page has become thus enabling me to view them with great intrigue and illumination. And it continues here in Zblog as we compose these expressions of writing, like right now, allowing this expression to take form before my eyes and speak my heart for all to hear... including myself.

"listen"

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∞ ceci
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week twenty six >> "listen"

Listen up Rumourville, Hear me, Hear me...

Do not touch my heart of gold with your scratching glasses.

I Will stand, in gratitude and humblehood and speak my truthful love.

Let me stand in strong embrace with freshful face toward unions plenty.

Let me see with eyes clear and blinding what pictures wait beside my bedside table.

And let me know that Loves great gift will lift my bountiful sharing toward lights uplifting.

Here, on this page, prophetic soundings wail forth from fortified groundings.

Here, on this page, airs sweet breath lasts in top clearings camp of divided colors.

Love to this page for earths lined structure and form.

Love to this page for faces forlorn and reborn.

Shelter this page, in messages sung from begun.

Shelter this page, in ancients stone soul taking form.

Guide me, this page from fear, repercussion, sleepless dawns.

Guide me, this page with shimmer and color and squirm.

Fly me strengths flights towards sharing, embracing, deepening sights.

With prayers soaring mind, peace and calm may you descend in ascent of thirty-three in Chile. Our troubles are but minor woes - Love and light blast through! blessings to all -J.G.