01/10/2026
Art (and) Library (and) Safety (and) Love
(make) Colors’ Being, which is JUST.
Sometimes the only way to usurp the world’s discord of massive dominant players, is to bet on the space of your tiny deep unique JOY- the smallest pony in the large-and-in-charge puffed-up world race.
Choosing that little “nobody pony” in my sights, everything is DELICIOUSLY dipped into the soft fibers of a brush that welcomes each unleashed stroke because the mark makings are so real from here, the colors EMERGE so much fuller than ever… a jewel sparkling against a space of blandness - a swelling of dominant fear vying for outward power, so on that Patriarchy palette all the colors can be safely predicted and thus smothered over in a sad and unarticulated blend - will someday recoil, embarrassed by something it was too important to notice. That sometimes the essence of a being, a country, or a world, is more valuable than attempting to predict or secure a safer bet outcome for it (which is always rooted in reducing the object before it).
Disengaging from the reduction being placed on the world, an authentic wild card takes the sweeter prize nobody knew was there to begin with, until you let her rip… To shine your eyes on your deep and very unseen (non-manipulative non-world player) inner JOY, is perhaps to give the world back to itself..
No matter what fear has gripped you into the illusion that you are only as good as the muddy wastefulness they want to make out of you, as they trample forward only so that THEY DON’T BECOME THE MUD (just make it for others to be covered over with),
the world sees it all and is ALWAYS eventually - thankful you were indeed, that wise, to remind it what it was really worth: opening, color, and light.
No longer an iteration, as though it was somehow trying to build fire out of chasing smoke.
Remembering now how the colors come out, when we stop chasing the dominance that hides us in its “loser position” messes, we also have to blow the smoke of self’s endless iteration out of the way, as though it is protecting us- proof we had heat.. once.. but that’s all we’re left breathing in. Can we shed the need for mind-constructed relationship barriers to even our tiniest little wild sparks? Can we DROP the dulling barrier medium we are mixing into our daily materials, and let the being of the world- and our being, as its first mark, finally be?