TO THE ART OF
DREAM WALKER VISIONS
ROBERT KING.... Cherry plums suck a week’s soak, overnight they explode into the scenery of before your touch. The curtains open on the end of our past. Pink trumpets on the vines bare to the hummingbirds. Butterflies unclasp from the purse of their couplings, they light
SPEAK TO ME IN SYMBOLS, COME TO ME IN MY DREAMS. TAKE ME TO THE LAND OF MYTHIC TRUTH
HEALERS OF THE WORLD, OF THE PSYCHE, OF THE SOUL. WEAVERS OF THE REALMS.
THIS WORLD OF STRUCTURES, OR HORRORS, OF THE WONDERS OF HUMAN TRIUMPH THROUGH ADVERSITY
THE FIRST NATION PEOPLES, KEEPERS OF THE EARTH, OR TRADITIONS LOST TO US ALL.
THE DREAMING BODY
DIVE INTO THE WORLD OF THE BODY, THE WISDOM, THE PLEASURE, THE HIGHEST TRUTH.
Death be my ally. Teach me the bittersweet of life. WALK WITH ME AS I LEARN WHAT CANNOT BE TAKEN AWAY.
Serpent grin glinting from the shadowed corner. Here we meet again. Both of us, rising to the occasion.
The waking dream, the swirl of night. the big dipper caressing the fluid dark, culling the ancestors, a topography more true than waking.
From the fluid soma of being. the essence becoming symbol becoming form. becoming one body and then another.
Gangsters and mickey mouse, the portrait of an artist. every since I can remember I’ve wanted to be…
SHOP ART PRINTS, SHIRTS, PILLOWS, CANVAS BAGS & MORE
ART PRINTS, SHIRTS, CANVAS BAGS & MORE