Surrealistic Symbol Play

“Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision.”
― Salvador Dalí

 

I deal in symbols and meanings both my own and that of others. For symbols are the truest language from which all others derive. We look at the world and filter what we see through symbols both universal and uniquely our own. When we play with symbols, mixing and matching them, we create waking dreams in which we can gain new understanding and thus stretch our understanding of ourselves and the universe. We create possibilities and relationships that did not exist before, opening new pathways in our psyche.
Blessings, G

 

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Desert TripDesert Trip by G A Rosenberg

 

Questioning the Fish in the Golden CorridorQuestioning the Fish in the Golden Corridor by G A Rosenberg

Meditating Once Again…

 

“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”
― T.S. Eliot

 

Water dripping…then silence
an itch…then silence
a bad play on words about trees in the forest…inner laughter
then silence
a rumble in my stomach leads to thoughts of dinner
silence again
from the silence..
a word…
a sound like a drum
echoing soundlessly
my word for the moment
the word bounds then silent
Peace

 

Blessings, G

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Tender of the ForestTender of the Forest by G A Rosenberg

 

Abstract BalanceAbstract Balance by G A Rosenberg

Starlight Wishes

 

“There wouldn’t be a sky full of stars if we were all meant to wish on the same one.”
― Frances Clark

 

Everyone wishes on the North Star
or the first one seen that night
They wish and dream
most for the same things
They wish money or love
wealth and health
and while gratitude
i feel for the measure
of those gifts I have
or may have
My dream is different.
So I found a new star
and wished for some of its light
I wanted words and visions
to flow from my hands
as the star flowed into me.
I wanted to wake
the slumbering heart
of those who wouldn’t see
I yearned for stories to tell
in ways that would be true
I would be Prometheus
and carry the light home
I would not hide it
nor horde it
but give it away
in art I made
and words written
So I will wish on a farther star
and take what may be given.

 

Blessings, G

 

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Sun GazingSun Gazing by G A Rosenberg

 

EmitterEmitter by G A Rosenberg

The Good Part of Distraction

 

“Time is short, my strength is limited, the office is a horror, the apartment is noisy, and if a pleasant, straightforward life is not possible, then one must try to wriggle through by subtle manoeuvres.”
― Franz Kafka

 

When it comes to creative endeavours, I work best when my conscious mind is distracted. As a young man, I would write my best poetry either in bars or around campfires with people playing music, talking and singing. Now I find I make my best art when I have a movie or television show playing in a corner of my computer screen. When I tell people this they tend to be somewhat incredulous.
“How do you do that? I would never be able to focus?” I have heard from a few people.
Yet when I focus completely on making art, I tend to overthink things and second-guess myself. My conscious mind interferes with the process. When I have something to keep my monkey mind occupied, the good stuff tends to flow easier from whatever creative well I draw from. Oh I make decisions as I go along but they tend to be on the aesthetics and I do relatively little judgement or guessing other than decide whether or not it feels right. I guess the monkey-mind just likes to be entertained.
Blessings, G

 

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Conversation in the Jewelled FountainConversation in the Jewelled Fountain by G A Rosenberg

 

Star CompassStar Compass by G A Rosenberg

Each Day’s Aspect

 

“There are as many worlds as there are kinds of days, and as an opal changes its colors and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I.”
― John Steinbeck

 

On Sunday I rose like the sun. The sky was filled with snow so I made my own light meditating and doing things that filled me with joy.
Monday, I became reflective, showing different aspects of myself as I attended to my inner self.
Tuesday, Mar’s day, I did battle with things that I found challenging, following the warrior’s way.
Wednesday found me playful and Mercurial, teasing out and making a game of my daily chores.
Thursday, by Jupiter, I did things I’ve never done before, expanding with joy.
Friday I walked in the woods hand in hand with my love and it was beautiful.
On Saturday I felt the weight of my years and realized the lessons I had learned.
Blessings, G

 

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New DawnNew Dawn by G A Rosenberg

 

Starred VisionStarry Vision by G A Rosenberg