Out of the spaces of the mind that get filled with the holograms, trying to escape the mundane chatter, or absolute chaos of useless thoughts. Then there is a quiet. A calm. Yet I still feel my heart, a tearing apart of the feeling of vulnerability. I just need to feel. Or go into the Bath, the water taking on all karmic baggage. I let it go. I continue to take on and process from the collective. Working on the morphogenic field. I still have hope, it becomes a presence. Through all the suffering, all the joy, all the bliss, there is a hope. In that hope I allow myself to dream. Yet the dream must be met with exercise. Physical activity with the mental activity creates balance.
The personal blog of artist Shaun Gamache, where he will talk about his work, poetry, upcoming shows, and much more.