Category Archives: ART

Paintings, photography, aesthetic objects, beautiful communication, and anything I consider to be art, artful, artistic, artsy or whatever.
Art is subjective. It is a quality of communication can be contributed to by the viewer through empathy or agreement with its creator.

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UNIVERSE WITHIN

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YOU ARE THE POWER               “You’ve always had the power to go back to Kansas” — Glinda

                “Oh Dear! That’s too wonderful to be true!” — Dorothy

                “Now those magic slippers will take you home in two seconds. Just close your eyes and think to yourself, ‘There’s no place like home’.” — Glinda

                “Then why didn’t you tell her before”? — The Scarecrow

                “Because she wouldn’t have believed me.  She had to learn it for herself.”– Glinda

                “If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard, because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.” — Dorothy in ‘The Wizard of Oz”

Like Dorothy in ‘The Wizard of Oz’ we are creatures of our own design. We live in universes created by our own agreements and imagination. We are inside the Physical Universe looking out to find the origin of our being. We long for a place we feel certain must exist; a place where there is no trouble. We wait for wizards and witches to show us the way home. Yet we fear to close our eyes and click our heels to see the Universe Within.

Our journey home begins at the source of the rainbow; shining light upon our own eternal, ethereal selves.”

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— Excerpt from THE OZ FACTORS, by Lawrence R. Spencer

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VOODOO CHILD

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Rock n’ Roll the way it’s supposed to be played!

“I stand up next to a mountain . . .
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well, I stand up next to a mountain
I chop it down with the edge of my hand
Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island
Might even raise a little sand

‘Cause I’m a voodoo child
Voodoo child

I didn’t mean to take up all your sweet time
I’ll give it right back one of these days
I didn’t mean to take up all your sweet time
I’ll give it right back one of these days

If I’ll see you no more in this world
I’ll meet ya on the next one
Don’t be late
Don’t be late

Well, I’m a voodoo child
Lord knows I’m a voodoo child, baby
Voodoo Child, Voodoo child, Voodoo child”