has been for sale for some time, as you have seen. The maintenance and ongoing development to keep our non-profit and idealistic platform for contemporary art running and safe from hackers etc. costs money that is no longer there. Because of small investments that are necessary now and the running costs, we will have to shut down with a heavy heart at the beginning of summer on June 21.
This morning just before I woke up I had a vision as I often do.
It was a close up eye purest white that I have ever seen, like lightning white, looking at me, in the eye I could see just a blackie grey colour, with walls of grey and black squares on them.
It was awesome and I wanted to stay in the dream like state, though I know it wasn't a dream, it was a vision, the same place as where all my visions come from.
Tonight I have set work on creating it in art, I went out and bought a mirror and glued it to a canvas, the added plaster with hardener and sculptured around it.
It is that beautiful it made me cry, and boy I'm not one for crying.
Tomorrow once it has dried I will paint it and place it up in my Gallery, resent vision gallery.
I know and sense it is going to be a replica of the eye I saw in my vision.
I know the viewer will have the same reaction as I did when I saw it.
It was my creator, I sensed it straight away, I knew as I looked in the eye.
So what do I do now? Do I show it, or hide it from view?
What will the reaction be?
Do I call it the eye of Allah? God, Creator our Lord?
I'm not religious at all and I have no intentions of joining any at all, but I know we have a creator.
Do I simply call it 'The Eye Of My Creator' as that is what I sense and thought?
Will people accept that?
I think I will just paint cats from now on and not my visions.x
To Vincent, My Friend.
In the summer of 1993, Vincent you came to me.
You touched my hand and linked our souls.
Why me? Why me?
You’re energy ignited me, touched my inner light.
You guide me through my darkest night.
No one understands ‘us’, they think they do, no one can feel or think the way that ‘WE’ do.
I hear your voice, I feel your hands, and you show me your light and how to stand.
You guide my hands, you guide my paint, you tell me clearly, so very dearly.
How can ‘WE’ make them understand, the beautiful way you touch my hand?
I have a gift, thanks to you, it has helped me through.
My hands paint fast, it is so clear; I listen when you are so near.
I feel your touch, I feel your pain, I feel the sorrow-without your gain.
The World watches you, hypes you up.
“What a joke” I hear you say.
You are a Master of Art, You knew it then, what is wrong with the mad men?
You were not crazy back then, just an artist with a voice, no one listened back then.
“So hear this” I hear you say, “Now look at me now I’m away, watch me smile and laugh out loud, as I watch YOU all bid away”.
“What fool’s you are and Mad Men be- to give your wealth away in glee”.
As I come back and help dear Dawn on this Great October Morn.
We both laugh out loud and work on our art that found us both from the start.
We use the channels to portray our energy thought, our magnetic moments.
So now what will be the out come of this?
Who cares, we have our dreams our Spirits alive.
Watch and wonder how Dear Dawn breaks on this October Morn.
Watch her paint with peace and light, her brush strokes shine in tune with her mind.
Bid away you mad men are, as ‘WE’ watch away with glee.
So who is mad in the end, not ‘WE’, we have to go quietly on.
Now let me pass you to My Dear Dawn as she shows you all the way to go, Listen with your eye, the eye so pure.
You will learn the upper score.
Bow your heads in shame, to ‘US’ it is all the same.
By
Dawn and Vincent.
26th October 2008
