The art world is a difficult place. So many are in the know with who’s who and what sells that art has become a market and an analysis rather than a true creative process. Professors and critics abound to pontifcate the accepted views of what is and is not. Being lost, is the spiritual process that allows creativity to flow from the creator inside the artist and instead an intellectual process take place, embedded like a virus from a place that leads an artist to work from a financially saleable perspective.
Through meditation I’ve found it more productive to release the latent artistry already present. This is where many of us who embraced the “Woodstock” generation, and new some time ago about global warming, renewable fuel sources and a disposable society, retreated gave up our positions and need to as Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young sang in the song “Woodstock” return to the garden.