SPARKS 48x48

48x48 Acrylic/ Resin/ Glitter/ Canvas. Ready to hang. 

There is no greater joy than seeing random dolphins in the ocean, jumping up into the sunset, or the way they'll swim within feet of you just because they want to play. Random dolphin encounters make me feel like I’ve been chosen for something far more wonderful than my scope of human perception allows.

Everyone says the world is ending as we know it, and I don’t disagree. “In really difficult yoga poses, I unfortunately know every single word to It’s the End of the World as we know it by REM, so that’s what I sing to myself so I don’t come out of the pose. Sometimes I imagine you’re singing it to yourself, too.” I laugh at a counter in one of the studios I work in. Life is a whole lot of going through the motions while in a media/content-induced freefall lately. There’s the ocean, the sun, all of the yoga, the beautiful life of simplicity and stability I’ve built. The animals I love so much, and the fact that people care about my art and what I write. On the other hand, there's an undeniable sense of waiting for whatever is coming to kick off. I’m not afraid of it, but I feel like the frequency of it is sucking the life of everyone to the point that only fear and separation are what’s left.  

I refuse to allow my frequency to be hijacked by headlines. I refuse to live in a state of being perpetually disgusted and offended. All of this is by design, and it will play out until the only thing that’s left is ego, fire, and ash. 

The ability to see and feel the beauty of spirit is limited if all you’ve ever seen, felt, or been is beauty. Or if all you see and feel and react to and are is chaos. This is a heavy planet of duality, time, and lessons. 

The breaks from that reality are hard-won and shimmering. Maybe it’s art, or the perfect cup of coffee, or a beach sunset that radiates into all of your cells, or the way dolphins just show up in the endless, sparkling water on a Tuesday afternoon. There's so much fear and horror all around us, but the higher frequency is always waiting quietly to be recognized. Your frequency shapes your reality. Not in a fluffy metaphysical sense, but in a grounded, energetic, neurological sense. When you have agency over that, you’re creating your own reality. The war isn’t with each other or anything “out there,” for that matter. It’s with our own central nervous systems and what traumas we have and haven’t worked through. Everything that hurts us is actually coming from within us, outward, not the other way around. 

Sometimes all I can do is feel. Other times, I can only see. There is always a deeper layer to uncover - unlimited expansion, though never comfortable. Usually, it feels like going backwards. So be bold. Romanticize your life anyway. Cultivate agency over your own frequency and remember - this is all a dream that you create. One spark at a time. 

“The world is full of miracles. They stand in shining silence next to every dream of pain and suffering, of sin and guilt.”  ACIM