The artist’s soul is like wildflowers growing in a ditch.

The artist’s soul is like the bee, busily gathering sustenance from God’s beauty, returning to the nest of the studio and transforming the pollen of inspiration into the honey of art, a sweetness for all.

The artist’s soul is like a mountain, indistinct and mist covered,
it sometimes fades from view, as if not there at all.

The artist’s soul is like a tree with roots in the Heavens and limbs branching to earth, explosively blooming creation.

The artist’s soul is like a toxic waste dump, feeding the culture back its own carelessly cast off poisons.

The artist’s soul is like the outrageous colors of fall, the dying plunge
of beauty, bleeding over everything.

The artist’s soul is like a deer darting out in front of our
philosophical car. In a moment of shock we swerve and wreck our car, the deer escapes unharmed and we need a new philosophy.

The artist’s soul is like a hidden spring leaking up through the ground, making pools in the forest, both mosquitoes and tadpoles thrive in it.

The artist’s soul is like a rocky field, plow it and you’ll bust your plow.

The artist’s soul is like a wasp which builds it’s nest on your house,
it’s beautiful but scary.

The artist’s soul is like a bear which cannot help itself, big and dumb,
get out of it’s way, it does what it pleases.

The artist’s soul is like the birds which herald a new dawn, up before everyone, their song is rarely heard breaking the still silence of night.

As the sun emerges from the horizon enflaming the world with living color, sharp orange and pink on the cloud, the artist’s soul is like that.

The artist’s soul is like the sky and clouds,
constantly building amazing shapes, now wispy,
now tempestuous, completely blocking the source of light,
then dissolving into brilliant clarity.

Featured Art:
Seraphic Transport Docking on the Third Eye
by Alex Grey 2004, acrylic on wood, 14 x 11 in.

Poem:
Nature of the Artist’s Soul
from Art Psalms, by Alex Grey