Erica Rose Avenue
Song of the Seraphim Verse 1: 
born of fire/leaning toward the lightEvolution, Revolution.
gathered from the ashes of Fallen DreamsFor: Given.Heart. Mind. Home. 
Within the Clay Jar is another/opening the box.UnderglowReaching.
Yogatations series 2011-
*Looking through the right set of eyes, you will see beauty is everywhere.
In Every Thing. *

The earth rises up to meet my feet.
These spaces where things were figured out,
or not...
these places that we belong to... become sacred.
Many others have walked in this exact spot before me, and many more will follow.
Their footsteps absorbed in the dirt.

This earth becomes my paint.
Place it on my body. Let me breathe into the canvas with stillness and subtle change. Allow the raw movement of the paint itself form the patterns in each fiber.
Ancient geometry.
The meditation has begun, and the intention is set.

The palette is the chakras.
The natural color palette of our true selves.
Our energy-- our existence in the world beyond what our eyes can comprehend.
The connection between our mind & body to the space and relationships surrounding us.

This chosen color is my purpose. The intention is set in infinite shades of light and shadow.

Music begins to filter in, coupled with the intention. True to the external influences surrounding the painting.
The lyrics dancing in the brain,
flowing through the heart and blood,
to circulate back again.
Let the music play.
Vibration.
Another connection through the invisible.

The Internal/External Connection is Line and Form.
The images are appearing, they already exist in the paint.
Let them live with line and form, light and shadow.
We are dancing together, finding a balance between control and freedom, seen and unseen, inner and outer.
The same balancing acts we play in daily life.

The painting is complete.
It has become it's own entity.
The performance is finished. It belongs to the canvas.
The meditation is over.
The connection continues, threaded by the viewer.


-Erica Rose
2011.













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