Artist's Process Part Two
- Finn Alper
- Jan 16
- 2 min read
Updated: Apr 22

Privacy is enough, quiet besides bubbling of my aquarium.
I don’t want to suffocate my fish,
I don’t want the poor guy has to deal with me remembering I am real.
This means the best most picky circumstances I can compassionately set up,
Is right, I have the support I need.
Troi watching me enter a process
to arrive back to nature where he already is.
I watch my fish swim, appreciating movements arising from pure intent,
The natural effortless goodness, wholeness,
Acceptance of vulnerability.
Incense, a trampoline at the head of a broad supportive mat.
I may feel like dancing, sweating once I feel like myself.
Then I may want to paint, from having, inspiration!
I want my space for mystery to be. I only need me.
I know how it is when I feel safe, energy moving.
All the most delightful mysteries helped me feel me.
So there is nothing lacking, it is here.
Me, time, space. Visual occurrence; paintings.
Visceral body muscle central memory.
I am not ready for pure wholeness. I need to move to shake fear loose,
Affirm, celebrate because this is my nature.
I am not in physical form to not be in physical form.
I am responsible for this experience. Then stillness is easy.
Paradoxically starting with a complete stop.
These are the safeties built into awareness.
Otherwise, who will manage, and what will be intended.
And why carry a burden and build it over others.
The mind must be ready to leave the silly ancient human struggles.
Independence comes first. I stop.
Starting with a gradation, then complete stop.
So grateful, a deep breath. Listening,
Feeling my self buzz, process, sort, contemplate, inform.
Resolve, and with more than willingness,
A knowing there is no further and so instantly transcending need,
Almost enthusiasm, almost because when I arrive,
There is never any more projection.
This is the way. Here is this.
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