L I S A  D A W N  G O L D

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“Someone recently said that each of us have a book within us, so I guess this will be my book.” LISA DAWN GOLD A WORK IN PROGRESS Words between looking at ART..... ART...... ART while GOD’s TALKING:.....”Peace I said... PEACE...MAKE PEACE DOWN THERE!” In 2004 I spent a great deal of time in NYC focusing on what I wanted to do, not all the things that seem to get in the way. I worked mainly on my paintings and began a book that poured out flowing from a state of meditation. Part of the quest of artistic freedom is listening carefully or unearthing ones own voice. Having been born the youngest in a family that loves to tell you what to do, I was focused on trying to hear my own voice less theirs, societies, culture’s, etc. We are all set in motion by so many things and influences and the real question is, what do we really think and want void all the things that may have set us in motion. Are we on the path we are on for ourselves or all the other people in our life? So maybe it sounds extreme but, with this intent in my NYC apartment, off the merry-go-round, beginning again, equipped with the path of Yoga and meditation, beginning again, I would lay in bed in a very still meditation until I felt absolutely compelled to do something. I eventually had to either go to the bathroom or eat. Life was restarting again and becoming very simple. I was slowing down or restarting the wheels that had been set in motion to ultimately be in the drivers seat again. I am an artist but so many things get in the way of making ones art and being involved in the creative process. So I wanted to paint and that became my main focus. I must say I was not one of those people that seeks spiritual guidance or was ever searching for any external religious or spiritual savior. My life till this point incorporated a marginal side dish of the religious path raised without any major impact other than the occasional participation by tradition. During this time often engaging in a very still and quiet meditation, the realm of spirit entered my painting. I would find myself tapping into an all knowing universal consciousness, information and wisdoms that would flow to me, it was a rather wild experience, awakening and journey. One night in this beginning again mind frame, I began to type on my computer and it just kept going and going and flowing. The flow and typing was coming faster than I could even write it all down. I think I must have typed for eight or more hours at a time for days. A writers dream, but hey, I never wanted to write a book or be a writer. It was like I was called upon or this book had somehow come through me being an open person. Typing and ideas flowed like a river. Since “Life” does not happen in perfect sentences, neither was my book going to. Flowing, weaving, going, almost like ideas having been shuffled as a deck of cards. The reader may even begin to feel like someone overhearing a conversation trying to decipher what is going on. Shifting from what you thought it was to something else altogether. Little bits and pieces, that’s how we begin to understand something. So what was the subject of this thing I was writing or rather was coming through me? The text and storyline was of all of my experiences and interactions. But the subtext was the grander actual answer of how to make peace on earth when you have the intrinsic often contradictory ego driven nature of humans. It goes something like this............... …God talking. And what was she saying.... he.... saying.......she saying............ saying....... speaking...... talking ..........writing..............And that’s how it all started……. ( EXCERPT I ) Sir............Gen..........ser.............gen....the general ............ yes....Sir Yes...........no....sir.........the ..Surgeon.............the Dr...the who..............the light…..the….star.............the bird.........she flipped them............the bird...............the finger...............the sculpture.......she flew or when..........stuck her finger...........out...up..........flipped them.........the......... Brancusi’s .......... Bird...........pointing.......UP.......the point...........the .......what’s your.......where’s your point.........like......how much ya........got..... ...the........point............the sculpture.........how much you got..........?........What are you trying to say?....your point......what are ya trying to say.......where is it.......how much.......... gossip.................how much.......is it?....... ... ...IT..she’s ..........IT........ shi...she............. shi....T..........she’s repping.............. rapping...........ya know....... yo baby.....know....her.............self ........Yeah............the gen....surgeon.......... general............cigars........... smoking..........KING.........she’s the ..........pawn...........no the .......... King............she.... stole..........the...crown from..........the Pawn...king..........that’s impossible in the game........the game.... what ........ game .........they’re all............talking..........talk .....talk.... talk.....king......which, who............what game..........Chess, Art, Law........... Life........

 

     
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