05/15/2026
A Love Seat For The End Of The Old World.
When Jodi retired from acupuncture and was no longer here in the space holding arena, I was tasked to make the waiting room my own.
John Barnes died the same day as Jodi’s last day. I proceeded to get very sick. As I layed in bed with zero energy to figure anything out, all I could do was empty the basket of my attachments. Layer by layer, piece by piece I let everything go in my minds eye. I even went as far as imagining selling my house.
When I found a space (internally) empty enough for my capacity I just waited. The first thing to stream into my awareness was art work.
They floated into my minds eye and I felt comforted by their presence.
One I didn’t have in my possession yet ‘your heart can hold it all’ by .
The next day, still quite uncertain how it was all going to come together I set out to move art work and trusted that the way would be shown if I followed through with that much.
I hung pieces I already had, acquired the work from Sarah, and something settled deep in my bones. Art saved me many times. This new world dawning is reliant on it.
It is so much more than paint on canvas. It is the seeds of a new world.
‘Hide and seek in key hole valley’
‘Angel of mercy ‘
‘Your heart can hold it all’
