Art is food for the soul. Art eats into the soul. Art is soul. An artist is a soul singer. When the artist sings the body quivers and the hairs stand up on the back of the neck.
Art is also blues. When the artist weeps the world weeps too. My Guru Adi Da says it is good for a woman to cry at least once each day. Art is also jazz and swing. Sometimes my paintbrush is a gospel choir. The paint moves in a spiritual groove. I lie prostrate in the heart of the temple. Although I lie my paintbrush points towards the truth.
Art is a means to transcend suffering, mind, separation, time, the world, conflict, ugliness, frustration, sorrow, anger, loss, disease and death. Art is Life and Love, Beauty and Truth. Art is Nothing. Art is the bliss of Existence. Art is the Bliss of non-existence. Art crosses all boundaries. Art crushes all boundaries. Art dissolves all boundaries. Art is Formlessness Perfectly Formed.
Art Is Paradox. The world needs paradox, the world needs to be loved, the world needs to forget itself and be purified through great art.
The artist is shaman, the wounded healer. Ostracised from his tribe the shaman isolates himself. He suffers and his consciousness breaks up. He sees visions. His mind disintegrates or catches fire or becomes an eagle and lays great eggs. He returns to his tribe wounded, with great wisdom and learning, his mind dissolved or burned up or fractured into splinters of the sky, his heart awake to truth. He becomes a healer for his tribe. He may paint pictures with symbols, with hidden teachings, with pointers and signals, for his people, to help them with their troubles. The elders come and interpret the paintings and learn life lessons and wisdom, and gain a new direction. The highest type of artist is like that. A shaman. A wounded healer for the people. True art is compassion and love, a bringer of empathy, a bringer of storms and sun, a bringer of ecstasy, a bringer of joy.