Expressive Intuitive Arts 2020 Flashback

Expressive Art Therapy with Intuitive Painting

Feeling Out the Organic Flow. Art Cards.

Watercolors on Heavy Weight 4x6 Index Cards.

Happy 11/11 Portal Day

My Body, My Temple of the Future is Female

Roevember - Day of the Dead. An Incantation of embodyment.

Ceremony of she, her, they and them, one body in union at the alter, the four of wands.

A Remembrance of What is, What was, and What could have been. 

A sacred temple reborn she was meant to adorn them with illumination. 

The narration of she/her/they/them. The cuddly quest edition with this addition of memories and facts, I’m still intact. Though never invited to the disco, I will joy through me as I dance in my room to entrance, enhance and advance the spirits at the altitude of light and higher order. 

Perhaps he likes sushi or a salty fish, or the fish before the fish, the orange egg. He tried to catfish me like a baby bear trying his paw at catching salmon upstream, without development, without the prorprioception, without the muscles well developed, without much will or skill, flaccid conversations without solutions, dead on arrival, without awaress or reflectivity, valued, honest awareness based connectivity. Some days I’m salty but I’m mostly sweet, with a tinge of bitter, like the best dark chocolate bar, yet embodied in a well read wedding dress, married to the muse, lucid dreaming with creator spirits only. The flow of endless inspirations, creations and ideas keeps me far from feeling lonely. 

More Specifically:  I am Woman, firstly, they and them, secondly. I move my energy from two to eight and continue to create new psalms, written at birth from the lines on my palms, an oracle spill to will beauty, compassion, empathy from the ether to the ground, like a mixture of lightning, fire, rain and enlightenment. My heart thunders, reverberates and expands and it goes on and on and on and on cycles and cyphers till the break of dawn, a new dawn, a first light, a self love at the junction of wayseeing sight meets the end of a plight, adorned with the spirit of a rainbow warrior, shining so bright. A hero’s journey that only follows the long and winding intensive and seemingly endless dark night.

I'm like a broken down palace of the arts that can't be permanently subdued but can be endlessly renewed from the inside out. I’m like a poet without a map or pages or a book or a script, scroll or  papayrus knowing the future is female anyway and it’s how we all arrived, carried in the ovulations, the original cycles and sundials of our grandmothers grandmothers who persisted through the pendulum swings both subtle, extreme and supreme far way back when and then and so shall we she, her too, again and again. 

The publishing house called me too controversial and their attempted reversals on my nature failed to the 10th power of an F bomb unleashed nuclearly on the polite evening news. I was Self made by making lemonade with maple syrup and cayenne, no one’s master, with no handler,  I stand alone. Call me the cheese, I keep rolling down the road, changing shape. I am sacred land, regardless of how many times I’ve been disgraced and displaced, soul fragmented and disbanded and endlessly reprimanded by those who speak in half truths behind the masks and seals of institutional approval and verification. I am on a permanent vacation from all that, until further notice there is no vacancy here for poorly postured b.s. looking down upon me, repositioning me recklessly during v.i.p. vipassana without my knowledge, input or informed consent.

I heard from the whispers of a little bird they hired a frattourney that seems significantly like one body storing up a cult of lost souls and reticent of his and hers and their endless petty arguments, lasting my lifetime, an oddity odyssey of 44 years and a trip in progress around the sun, of that length at least. 

The he said she said of the millennia where millennials refuse to sustain the injuries of more authoritarian abuse from atop the pyramid of the god of the trust, federally funded.  Now I will myself to take up more space.

I’ll write my way out from the dealings with the devils, as I’ve done before, not made hollow nor stagnated by their under stories of dawgs not yet domesticated, like a mycellial network blessed with the intelligence of the full spectrum light code activations meeting the rising up layered microcosm of soils and networks underneath the canopies of tree spirits reaching for the light. 

I shall Never be regretting the exile of those who came before me selfishly, every time, shall they be stricken from the circle game records of my life. And the seasons of their past, they go round and round in an endless dawg meets pony show, with a perfectly constructed male bun on top. Yet still he/him/they/them wanted to use my residence just for making me show up in the first place. With a big top three ring circus to boot me out of my own power and ownership over my own domain like doc martians with the nerves to tell me I was in too deep, yet never feeling my pain or wearing my soles. Still my song goes on, refrains remain but the melodies have changed. 

I hold on to no disdain and release the past into the wind like the ashes and sand of buddhas, dropping tiny pearls of wisdom for the spirit seeking scavengers, post phoenix rising. Reclaiming my bodhisattva vows was the best thing I ever did, as well as trying to end the bullying of the most awkward kid, who eventually will become the goat, born out of the sheep who we all know was once ostracized and exiled to the edge of the woods to discover a mystical soul within, becoming kin with nature, and nurturing self first, and others later on down the path of life. 

He and His Attempting to keep Using spaces in my body to secure their own real estate for the future ones they never wanted in the first place, sold to the highest corner stoned builder, made of cheap and decomposing plastic the dolphins are now forced to eat with each meal. Splicing atoms and tiny particulates in petri dishes playing in labs.  

Waht Waht Waht could go wrong? We all wear the mark of the crown as corporate royals march us into the brave new unknown to meet a new world just discovered with a more factual history not sold by the aggressors, authoritarians, and dominant paradigm. Subvert the colonialists' lies and realize there’s a better way forward, that’s the rewritten plan. Lest we are doomed to repeat an endless spin cycle of foolery and clowinish dictators reeking havok upon us all.  I sing my own songs and lyrically relate to negotiate facts from malarky, like a bard borne identity, yet of my own commoner ancestry. 

Fools without paws be trying to get to my ancestors through me, never knowing I was put here to break the chain and break bread apart outside the halls of power, and never in the sanctuaries of churches and temples, only to be found in groves of trees and on small beaches by rivers, lakes, oceans and seas. 

Brought back here again and again only to impart new arts upon the old spells and rewrite things with all my breath and breadth moving forward never second best out of order in order to proceed in a new way,  a new day, put here to right the wrongs of the things the elders did, yet did not yet understand, while their attempts towards me to be used only towards their benefits and coffers continued to fail miserably. 

I keep digressing and forging my own path without wrath or the disillusionment of Sylvia plath. He thought he knew me better than me yet it turns out he knew me not at all, for I am she/her they/them containing multitudes of attitudes, fortitudes, visions and revisions. 

Now I Am For The New Me. A Mash Up of Glee, Wisdom, knowledge and common sense courageousness.  Plotting for the good of all and deliverance for and from evil, universally released into ether to burn off steam on a path towards mars, from whence it came, planet of sex and greed and warfare and toxic masculinity too close to home when it’s left to it’s own billionaires vices and devices, playboys seeking other planets, a result of being too hot and unchecked. I am Venusian, full blooded.

I checked all his boxes, yet he checked few of mine. That story is as old as time, the origins of snakes, apples, gardens and new sneakers for the runners and the chasers, never able to keep up with themselves or their secret society foils and fables. I toil on and persist, I just do it, as all the she, hers, they, themes etched in balance of x and y = z  before me, going back to Lucy of mother Africa. Like Charlie Brown with the football, I’ve earned my stripes, yet without letting it bother me. I can’t afford to. 

Those endless green eyed coughfers think I don’t read or rewrite their signals, or hear the truths spoken under their breath, or still feel their hands around my wasting away waist line or neck.  Silly souls tried to use my body to drop anchor and incel into a family even I do not belong to, exiled long ago, nearly after inception. Dark Knights and Jokers must eat 3 square meals of nyquil chicken a day, in order to enter the kingdom of the dream state ever since st. pete locked them out. I drive through hellish hilltown snowstorms to find inspirations in remote places of inquiry. Can’t stop and I will not. 

I have no regrets, there are more sunsets to come. No wishes aside from hoping to become less awkward or to channel that attribute for awakening and some change enough to move and shake off the past in order to survive, flourish and thrive. Darth Bader Ginsburg could never alone save us from within the temples of unchecked robed and power robbed from the masses. 

The Ivy Cult does not offer deliverance to justice from behind the curtain of their internal wizard net worths hooded fraternities and sourceororities funded by the most well endowed investments and golden boy bars and coins. I am living proof of that though we may be created equally, some benefit more than others within the secret hierarchies and family constellation dynamics. There’s a correlation between those with direct lines to god and womanizers, now we are all the wiser. 

A lot of people these days believe in pseudo science and use persuade-oh science to try and prove their false beliefs. So grateful for you, you taught me self love fits more like a glove than your love ever has, Sir. 

Dear Jokers and Dark Knights of Your Souls, 

Respectfully, I reclaim my time, energy, mind, body and soul, taking myself out of the realms of your unaccountings for and the endless monied equations and overarching attempts at control. I don’t fall for the okie doke no more.

Diana Eileen Delaney 10/1/22-10/2/22 - Blessed with more fortitude than you will ever wrap your head around, sir mother wounded. Here’s one last view and a tata, cherio! goodbye to the male gaze & gazers. Photos circa 2020.

Mini Art Journal

And It Went Like…

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I create a lot of collage fodder, something I use to call handmade ephemera, and now need something to do with all of it!

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Must Be The Season of the Witch

Happy Halloween!

Happy Spooky Season!
I hope it’s your best one yet!

Here's To A Dedication to Mixed Media Arts, Musical Creativity, and More Time in Nature in 2022.

I am a dedicated lover of Dermot Kennedy’s music. I love to sing his songs, they are the heart and soul of campfire and starlight, ocean waves, and rooftops at midnight, and sea cliffs and sunshine. I’ve been learning his songs overtime and teaching myself to sing a little bit better each day. It’s a process. As a young child I would sing to myself a lot, and make up little songs to learn things and entertain myself, and likely to calm myself during the stormy days of my parents divorce. I felt somewhat out of place, and perhaps what some would call atypical these days, but back then before there was a word for it I was considered highly sensitive. I was bullied a lot and though I grew up listening Free to Be You and Me with Marlo Thomas and Friends, I didn’t feel free to be myself. I knew that I was queer/bisexual in elementary school, and I was surrounded by Catholicism in the suburban community I grew up in, outside of Boston.

As soon as I headed graduated from high school, I headed westward, first to the southwest, and then to the northwest, with several adventures and stops in between. I had trouble staying in one place and there were so many beautiful days, because I could not stop moving. I loved being on the road, exploring mountains and coastlines and zigzagging between intentional communities and national parks. I was an explorer. I loved living in my VW bus in the Ponderosa pine forest with a caravan of girlfriends, seeing the big western skies and breathtaking sunsets. So I love to continue to plant seeds, grow gardens and sing songs. This year I am beginning to learn guitar. Until I can play along with myself singing, I just create voice recordings as a challenge and quietly publish them, because I am shy. 2021 has been one of the hardest years of my life after an intense 7 year stretch. I feel ready to retire, and wire up the mic and let the voice moving through me heal my body, my mind and my spirit. Better days are coming.

Happy New Year

I am so excited & very happy about looking forward

to all the blessings of abundance and opportunity in 2022.

I am envisioning a year of such beauty and growth and joy.
Let’s Make 2022 Our Best Year Yet!

Through So Many Portals And Into To A New Era From 2008 to 2022: She's Got Things To Do

The Muru Doorway. A Crystal Bowl Concert that Called the Children of Light Near the Lakeside.

Visionary Progressions: Revisiting the Vision Board

Rebirthing in 2022. She’s Rising Up.

The Work of Rebirthing the Vision. Waking the Dreams Lingering in the Undergrowth. Waking Up in 2022.

DIANA DELANEY, MIXED-MEDIA ARTIST
A 2022 Art Invocation.

ART IS MY MEDICINE.

CREATIVITY IS MY SUPER POWER.  

I LIVE AND BREATHE ART,

SO THAT I CAN LIVE AND BREATHE. 

ART CENTERS MY MIND AND SOUL

AND GROUNDS ME BACK TO EARTH. 

I AM A-FLAME WITH A WILD MIND. 

WILD LIGHT RUNS THROUGH ME, 

LIKE LIGHTNING FROM THE MUSE. 

ART IS MY SPIRITUAL PRACTICE.

AND A NECESSITY.

THIS IS WHAT I AM HERE

TO SHARE WITH YOU,

DEAR ONE, HOW ART AND

CREATIVITY CAN BE YOUR OWN

ALCHEMICAL PROCESS, AS IT IS MINE.

Brightest Blessings and Wishes Coming True From Me To You.
Happy New Year!

Instagram Mini Mixed Media Art of 2021 - My Visual Review

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Choosing to Live, Is a Death Defying Act. - Frank King

So Far I’ve Survived 100% of My Days Alive on Earth in this Human Body. My mind that inhabits this body has a ritual refrain of living with chronic suicidal ideations. This idea stops others in their tracks, that I live with the ratio of wanting to die over serious issues, mundane issues, and ridiculous unchecked imaginings that I am more beast than beauty or rotton on the inside. Trying 3 times to die, was hard for my family to endure, and came without any charm. After numerous attempts and several month stays in Psychiatric Units, I eventually gave away the ghosted part of me that was attempting to exit.

I’m sure to many lay people and professionals alike, my yearnings to see what’s on the other side (more completely, beyond the brief glimpses I’ve gleaned) seems ludicrous. It seems to distant relatives like a cry for help. It seems to mental health professionals like a call for a crisis intervention, or a sign of my intent to actually make myself disappear. Not with an act of magic, but with an act of mercy. But this mundane freakdom of finality my mind continues to settle upon is simply wanting to escape from: the suffering, the struggle, the banality, the self doubt, the inner ache, the emotional flashbacks, the nerve pain, the inflammatory conditions that plague me, and the sense of alienation I experience in a regular, everyday sense of unbelonging.

But the truth is I do belong. I belong to a group that is going strong with suffering. A group that is perpetually dealing with developing resiliency to survive the little things, the big things, and all. the. things. in between. The holy days, the holidays, and our escapist ways. The statistics are mixed and a mish-mash, as is with much of science the results come from a kind of cost benefit analysis of institutional research, lobbyist funding, political ideals, and inherent human biases. Science is suppose to be free of these constraints, but we know better by now.

We think we know this; “On an average day in America, 121 people end their lives by suicide. That means that we will lose over 44,000 people this calendar year and create approximately 265,000 immediate family members with questions, confusion, and grief.” But what we don’t know is how many sit silently in their pain and how many stories of suicide are revised and given a new narrative by those loved ones, friends and family members that simply can not accept, understand, or allow for such truths to be told. So many left behind feel so very misguided, in believing they are to blame. Those that say, a suicide in my family? Nope, not today. Denial, Shame and Stigma are still somewhat universally, a real reality facing issue. That is why I spent the day attending the Don’t D.I.E. Summit. I know, it sounds so gleeful and joyful, or not. As a Certified Professional Coach and Human Being, it was still an enlightening and inspiring way to spend my time, and learn so much from others that my heart aura must have grown at least times three. Here is a link to a short video on Coaching Suicide Awareness. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NGfSHH1popU www.coachingsuicideawareness.com

The statistics around United States veterans suggest that we lose 22 military personnel who thought they went abroad and faught for the safety of their own friends, families, communities and country. Many feel like they are left behind by their own government and country they worked tirelessly for, to find themselves exhausted on all levels of mind, body and spirit. Rape is still a gigantic and under reported and under investigated problem, both in the US Military and within civilian populations, adding to Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder in both aforementioned groups. Up to 54% of suicides in people with PTSD are attributable to PTSD (https://bit.ly/3E5d6nZ).

Acute Suicidal Ideations (The experience of Present and severe or intense ideations, especially those with suicide plans milling around the minds of the afflicted with mental and emotional pain, and often with physical pain as an accompaniment due to inflammatory processes of severe depression and anxiety) are different than the everlasting chronic suicidal ideations can be a bigger sign post of potential dangers ahead. It’s important to learn the warning signs, especially in these times of a drastic increase in mental health issues and an increase in resulting mental illnesses.

This article Changing the Statistics of Suicide written by Shirley Davis in 2020, during the rising height of the Covid19 Pandemic, provides a lot of extensive information in one handy post. The article was posted on cptsdfoundation.org. Here is the direct article link to Changing the Statistics of Suicide: https://bit.ly/3C00jRR

There are many services available. If you are in the USA you can call the 211 information line to access the contact information for resources and services closer to your area. For many teenagers and adolescents talking on the phone can feel intimidating.

Research shows many teens and adolescents would rather text than talk, as they are more familiar with using texting as their main medium of communication. Teens and Adolescence can text the word START and/or the word HELP to 741 741.

What if, like Frank King, we all had the intention and efficacy and protocol to save a life a day. There is no reason why mental health and comedy can not be combined. After all the masks of comedy and tragedy are tied with a ribbon side by side. For some mental health levity check out Frank King’s site and TED Talks.
https://www.thementalhealthcomedian.com/frank-king-speaking/

And finally, this is a link to the DBSA information on Suicide Prevention: https://bit.ly/3BW5EJQ

My Love of Tarot: A Herstory

My love of Tarot Cards and Decks began in High School, in the mid nineties. I remember when I bought my first deck in Cambridge, Massachusetts at the Seven Stars Bookshop in Central Square. I was so drawn to the artwork of various decks and the unique symbolism and style of each card. I loved shuffling the decks in my hands, and felt a tingling while shuffling, like an electrical charge similar to what I’ve felt holding many charged crystals.

I started using the cards and I started to understand aspects of my life that I had found elusive prior to discovering the Tarot. I started to develop and deepen my empathy and intuition. I began to start to notice patterns represented in the tarot playing out in everyday life. I gained an understanding of the hero’s journey and how I was living my own hero’s journey in my life. I found the Tarot clarified relationships, mishaps, confusion, questions I had, and what choices I wanted to make next in my life. The Tarot Has been transformational in my life and I hope it will be for you too!

I am happy to offer you a Wild Light Arts Tarot Session to provide clarity, opportunity, and spiritual guidance. Sign up for a Wild Light Arts Tarot Session by Contacting Me Here.

Ten Reasons Why I love Tarot

I LOVE TAROT BECAUSE OF:

• the diversity of elements within each deck.

• the way every reading is new and different and unique to the giver and the receiver of the reading.

• the archetype cards that make up the hero’s journey or the life path and how they mirror human experience.

• how relatable the cards are as representations of universal symbolisms and human life phases.

• how Tarot highlights the shared life experiences of humans globally.

• how it invites the reader and the receiver of the reading into a spiritually connected space.

• how transformative it can be for healing spiritually, mentally and emotionally.

• how we can gain personal and shared wisdom from the insight of the cards in every reading.

• the artwork and visual representations and the feeling that various decks give us the opportunity to enjoy.

• how Tarot has evolved and diversified through time and history, alongside humanity, in cultures around the world.

Covidlandia Quarentine 21 Jumps for Joy and Freedom

Today I ate a Whole PineApple with no regrets. I Am Writing from the outskirts of the beautiful and industrious Revere Beach Parkway at the clever Envision Hotel during epic pre Christmas Quarantine time, on the evening of the solstice and the darkest day of the year.

It’s all a step up, and forward from here. It’s actually been nice enjoying quiet solstice to reboot my website for current times.

While in the new normal, I’ll be using Zoom to connect for healing and coaching sessions.

Intuitive readings will be sent through email links to videos made especially for your pleasure, and the ability to stop, pause, take notes and re-watch your divination and intuitive reading sessions.

Both zoom and phone sessions can work for coaching and healing sessions. I am excited to explore the new normal and make the best of all the changes we make for our health and wellbeing, as well as becoming more pliable and able to adjust our plans for our best vitality and health to flourish.

I’m so excited to work with you and share in the experience of your growth, your healing and your personal evolution along the path, as life is a journey, not a destination, and so is healing a life long endevor for developing resilience and whole health.

Why I Create Art, For A Mindful Heart

I create art to center myself, To Release my wild mind.  I create art to breathe deeper.

I create art to let the ruminating one inside me rest, to let go, to take a vacation from my very busy mind, where thoughts run in all directions at once.

I create art to harness and channel the wild light that is my visionary mind. 

When I was in my mid twenties I had an experience where my mind & spirit lost the ability to filter out any sensations, making my mind & Body feel wildly alive, and on fire.

I had six-thousand-five-hundred magical ideas, every few moments, that led mostly to chasing rainbows, without finding any unicorns, or pots of gold, or wishes answered. My Magical Ideas Led Me Mostly Astray.

 My mind was like wild vines.  I Was Living Daily with thoughts growing in all directions, spanning spectrums of realities, some actual, some imaginary.  I Had a difficulty In distinguish between the real and unreal - or at least, the material from the spiritual.

I had to rebuild Filters And Integrate myself from spiritual & Mental Fragmentation. 

No Shamans were made available to me                                     within the western medical model. 

In my worldview, and experience, there are dimensions beyond the third. We can connect with other energies, who are embodied in their own spiritual stuff. I have had beings and ghosts wake me in the middle of the night, both to chat, and to teach. I often find myself chatting with guides and helpful spirits, and embracing their advice, to get through the day. I can distinguish those experiences clearly from the experiences of extreme states that I've been overwhelmed with, at times. 

Because of my sensitivities, I live outside the village, in the midcoast Maine woods.

I spend my time with plants and small creatures and A garden. I immerse myself deeply in all kinds of mixed media art. Art is freedom and medicine for me, for my mind, for my spirit. 

I can use art and creativity to move through issues and transitions, as a support practice for wellbeing. And So Can You, I Encourage You Embrace Your Creative Side!!  Allow Yourself the freedom of letting go, and Playing In A state of mindfulness. Allowing Yourself the time to be creative & meditative, Is a Great Gift For the mind & Spirit!  

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I'd love to hear about your experience with Art & Wellness.

xoxo,
Diana


 

Gelli Arts Monoprinting: Making Masks Tutorial

Make Your Own Masks And Use Them To Create Unique Monoprints That Honor Your Own Personal Symbolism. 

Hello Beautiful Art Blog Visitors!!  
Welcome to the virtual home where I channel my wild light. I've been enjoying so many gelli plate monoprinting tutorials I've been finding on pinterest, lately. There are also great videos on youtube that have offered me a ton of inspiration over the years during my gelli arts experimentations and meditations. I wanted to share a little tutorial with images that share the process I've been exploring and enjoying, lately. 

This Is What You'll Need For The Process:

• A Gelli Arts Printing Plate, or A Home Made Gelatin Plate

• Plastic Index Dividers (for cutting mask shapes) 

• A Pair of Small Sharp Scissors. 

• Acrylic Paints - Folk Acrylics or Professional, I like a combo

• Acrylic Paint Markers - I like Posca

• Deli Paper

• A Brayer

• A Sense of Adventure

• Your Favorite Tunes

I've had a great time making my own masks.
One day, I started cutting out shapes from little plastic index separators with tiny fiskers, in a kind of creative stream of conscious cut-outs. And low and behold, a full bowl of Gelli plate masks appeared, right before my eyes, almost like magic. 

So Once You have Used Your Sharp Little Scissors To Cut Out All Kinds Of Mask Shapes, You Can Toss Them In a Bowl and Get Your Gelatin Plate of Choice Out for Monoprinting Fun!!!  I like to lay my Gelli Plates out on Plexiglass, So I can make prints on them or use them as large stamps.  Take a few colors of acrylic paint and dab here and there on your gelli plate. 

Then Use a Brayer to Roll the Paint all over Your Gelli Plate. After you roll the brayer, your gelli plate will look something like this (If You Use A Combo Of Blues & Purples): 

Now Take A Sheet Of Deli Paper and Press Your Deli Paper Down on The Gelli Plate, If You'd Like to Create A Solid Background Color. 

Now, take another color of acrylic paint that is either complimentary, or in contrast to the background you pulled on the deli paper. I'm choosing to use a complimentary color in this example. Roll this color of your choosing onto the gelli plate with your brayer and cover with several of your masks, to create an interesting design. 

Now You Can Pull A Print Over Your BackGround.  Alternatively, You Can Pull Your Print Onto A Clear Sheet of Deli Paper, If you'd rather have the affect of negative space that can later be filled in with watercolors, doodles, markers, etc. I enjoy experimenting with Gelli Arts Monoprints in all kinds of ways. 

Here is a Series that I Created Using This Masking Process, with the intention of creative negative space to later be filled in with watercolors and outlined with posca paint markers. For this series I used the 6x6 square Gelli Plate, and all the other supplies listed above. 

Happy Creating!!! 

 

Gelli Arts as a Creative Meditative Practice

I Heart Gelli Arts!  What a wonderfully addictive process that, for me, is also healing and grounding. There is something that happens, while pulling Gelli Plate mono-prints, that centers me.  Creating Monoprints is a Creative Meditative Practice.

Gelli Arts Mode: Beyond Time and Space

When I am Rocking, in my Gelli Arts Mode, I lose track of time and surroundings outside my art space. I gain some kind of deep time creative focus, where I learn many discoveries in a compressed amount of time. Experiential learning at it’s best and most playful!

Breathe Deeper

I find myself breathing deeper when I’m using the Gelli Plate. Gelli Arts help me to combat stress. All things mono-printing are soothing for me, and at the same time, very joyful creative practices.

Letting Go

There is something addictive about this process, perhaps because it is generally so satisfying to move into a space of trust and openness. It feels good, letting expectations for a specific outcome go.  A kind of magic in mono-printing with Gelli Plates seems to bring out my inner child artist - The one who is willing to play, to experiment, to let go and embrace the mystery.

Embracing the Beautiful Mystery

I never quite know what the outcome of a Gelli Plate Print will be, and I don’t need to have an agenda, or an intricate plan to create something that often reveals itself as so unique and surprisingly beautiful.

And isn’t that what is so amazing about life? Isn’t it all that unexpected and astounding beauty and surprise that awaits us?  There is the opportunity with the Gelli Plate to Let Go and Let Beauty Happen! Much of the time it is beyond our complete understanding - that mystery that pulls us into creating, allowing, letting go, learning and growing.

as we pull Gelli Plate prints, Beauty Emerges. As long as we appreciate it and allow ourselves to be touched by it - We Are Honoring Our Artistic Nature as A Mindful Practice. Via Art We can Be moved, and Propelled forward, towards more of the mystery and beauty that emerges when mono-printing! 

embracing the blessings of Gelli Arts - and it’s ability to be a Creative Meditative Practice - Can Offer Us Freedom, Creativity, And Beauty, Over And Over Again, With Every Monoprint we pull. Enjoy Meditative Playfulness! 

Share The REsults of Your Own Creative Meditative Practices In The Comments Section Below.