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Mode of Cosmic Therapy: ART

Mistaken Identity
Mistaken Identity
Paula Andrea Pyle, M.A. Ed

As far back as recorded time, man has been leaving indelible marks of artistic expression. Prompted by and through an insatiable drive to communicate, man has left personalized lines, smidgens, carvings, paintings, and sculpted forms, designs/motifs, in caves, buildings, and canvases, as well as, beautifully inspired architecture for the entire world to behold and enjoy.

These incomparable divinely inspired creations of ART generate a means of survival while he continues to search, seek, ponder and formulate the meaning of his life into some sort of workable reasonable fashion. We too, must find and rely upon that spark of artistic motivation. The relentless search to comprehend and relate various ART works throughout the cultures up until modern day is really an innate yearning to understand ourselves. Art clearly probes deep into the emotional heart, analyzing the mind and spiritual barometer of the people behind the production.

As artists, we instinctively realize we are bound together in a unified reflected hologram. ART mystifies shocks, instills, reveals, penetrates, disgusts, puzzles, emancipates, reverberates, desecrates, delights, surprises, tortures and cleanses so thoroughly. Artists seek to connect with the inexplicable light found deep within the dark agony of the ravished imperishable soul. “IT” will not turn us loose until “IT” has completely engulfed us with “IT’S” shadowy nebulous figures of form in illustrious line, color, shade, tint and texture.

When we come to realize in full measure the radiant glory found in the dense, dull and mundane, the freedom expressed in the depressed, repressed and forlorn, the sanctity discovered through the ‘ordinary’, then and only then can we begin to embrace the fullness of who we really are and what we are meant to do while we inhabit the earth plane.

The world at large can be reduced to one solitary fact: in spite of all our apparent differences and difficulties, we are motivated by the light of needing to communicate and connect. ART bridges the ever-evolving gap of ‘now’ and all that has ever evolved before or after. Crossing every barrier, we descend into the depths, scathing the pits of hell to ascend the heights of heavenly exaltation. We are all Masters of Divine Essence who have simply forgotten our artistic heritage.

Our ancient roots will push the tree to blossom and die again and again and again. Relentless in its pursuit for us to convey that which we are so fearful of saying, that which embarrasses us, that which makes us feel insecure, guilty and ashamed. We, as imbued Artists, seek to portray the indefinable God {in whatever form recognized and revered} that resides in all creation through our art. Through the means of artistic expression do we voluntarily jump deep into the land of the living realm of authenticity? (Whatever that means to the individual person) Nothing short of ART can accomplish this lofty goal; a goal so sublime that “IT” contains no lust of result except in the reward of simply being allowed the privilege to participate in producing it.

The meaning we ascribe to certain ART depends on our particular ‘personality profile’, a profile which has been constructed throughout eons of time. We are the walking embodiments of the sublimely sacred sensually sexually artistic vehicles of the celestial. Though we are innately divine by nature, we conduct our lives in such a way as to forget, “Sexuality is the highest form of Spirituality Available to Mankind.” “IT” is our artistic force of innate hallowed expression!

We tend to divide ART into categories deciding which is worthy and which is not. We set certain standards for valuable pieces while overlooking the plain artistic beauty that surrounds us as in a simple plastic laundry basket.

Without proper gratitude coupled with “everyday living” (infused with heartache and struggle) man would never be fully cognizant of the fact that everything we see, feel, hear, taste, and touch is the Divine infused in mysterious sublime sensual sexual artistic splendor. We are so dependent on the ART that supports us. And, yet we are neglectful to apply sufficient gratitude for the small things. We forget to thank our coffee maker for our cup of coffee.

These are the kinds of ART we may not even acknowledge as supremely important in our lives. When is the last time you picked up a pen and thanked it for delivering a written message for you? From the smallest quarks and strains that make up the ameba to the largest composite atoms comprising galaxies, the unimaginable incalculable ART infiltrates.

We, as Artists, are not satisfied to merely exist on earth. We want to grow, evolve, and expand beyond what others experience as boundaries. We want to expose truth, be it ever so indifferent, and touch the ecstasy of splendor locked in hidden mundane mystery surrounding us.

We know it’s there. ART serves as the vehicle we can ride into that place marked “Enter at thy own risk”. If we must live, we desire to live to the fullest, in ecstasy. In ART, we live, breathe, move, and procreate blissful indescribable passion. ART in its most elaborate means or by its simplest grotesque form displays this vital truth.

We are forced to ponder the question: does culture influence the ART or is ART influenced by the culture? The creations of Artists are merely the outward manifestation of an inner realization. From Cavemen to the most technological advances in mankind, the sole purpose is to see God (any God) face to face, in ourselves and in each other.

What is it that we are actually observing? What is it about a certain work of ART that inspires, compels, repels or disturbs us? We are not only looking at the work, but behind the work into the God reflected in ourselves. We see what we are. We can do nothing else. Our eyes are colored and conditioned by the complications and contamination of our own unique experiences, events, and relationships. ART is the conductor that either connects or disconnects. It matters not whether we like or dislike what we are observing.

If we truly look further, deeper, wider and longer we will find what we are looking for: that part of ourselves that lies buried within waiting for expression. Mortals continually seek the answers to the most perplexing universal questions: Who are we? Where do we come from? Where are we going?

These underlying questions refer to time both past, present and future, as well as, the nature of the human condition itself. Delving into the most disturbing parts of ourselves, we are better able to appreciate, relate and absorb the mysterious universe as it moves through us and our ART. The hidden part of any work of ART is the part that connects us to us. That’s all that matters. To become so identified with the unified ‘whole’ as expressed in us and through us (as revealed through our distinct ART) defines all of humanity. By embracing the artistic impetus (Sublime Sacred Sensual Sexual Unconscious Motivating Force) he is afforded the opportunity to study the most important creative subject in the world: Himself

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