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Artist Exhibitions:
Post & Past Clients:
Noble House; International
Library of Poetry; American
Poets Society; Famous Poets
Society; International Society
of Poets; OASIS, Angelo State
University; Cyberwit
Publications, India;
Solicitations from Agora
Gallery, NYC; and Arte Studio,
Italy.
"Liberate the Artist"
Fractured Atlas has Fiscally
Sponsored my project
"Catalysts of the Psyche" To
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Artist Galleries:
As of March 23, '06, I have
uploaded 188 digital
mixed-media abstract. To
access this collection go to:
http://www.artwanted.com/catazo
ne
Keyword gadagade or catazone
brings up lots of stuff......
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Artist Reviews:
With ragged clothes I am not
high lighted. Still though no
longer hiding out in
limbo...or locked away in some
undercover slave repeat
customer dis-ethical persona
shaper caper...wew@!!@!@...
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Collections:
On the winged words speaking
now in thirds once squared in
cubic thunder I so
wonder....Darn chemical
lobodomies.
Patrons are in a said wedding
wall mystery houses and
basement bridges in half
slumber, here, their, around
the third rock like flutter
chip sweeper of the
two-leggeds as hairs ...
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Commissions:
Patron flux, I've no tux nor
trux yet say it not sux, that
is if you are sure......
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Artist Statement for Gregory Edwards
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..Art is the illusion to transcend illusion..
With a white shadow rainbow the old shades subtracted a new way to know as reflecting to show us! Still in the "eye of the beholder" end eye boulders growing older and then letting go, pain leads to the window holder going with the KEY to UNGRASP the shoulder boulder. I want many specks in my folder before I gain not and grow older!
And let knowledge flow seemingly slow in becoming and see sight and so as your own light becoming!!! Open two freed and one two times more, like a name one thing breeds. Let us rise above those of wish want why and my ways with seeds ever sown with the stones much less growing? Like my felled me clearly I see like last with no breeds in traditional ME needs that dictated into hollow point plunder re-leads. Victors survive beyond bi-directional wording feeds...ever all about; and Now undefiners mode is art known now as stretching questions of what forgotten misled as a why thing one more time then another just be brother other and mostly lucid intension: As important toward the enrichment of our self-efficacy, as it ever was, laughing but still lifted.
Seeking meaning through the ambiguous world of art visuals relates to archetypal psyche-set wiring; and is, for me, a path to remembrance, the things implanted in I Am Inclusive at the dawn of time. When creating art or writing in spontaneous modes, I find my mind baffled into back stage silence setting many left hands free to channel subconscious eggs in SUPER Rollover remittance. I try hard to dig deep and present shamelessly what I would not now choose to hold back, in any way!
In Earth Land, to delight many through a projective visual gateway portals constructed with an ever rising "ing" like rings on rungs singing, like notes with winded words thundering form from the depths unique to each and thus tangible to all like when you realize each has within them their own riddle to reach. Using nature modes flowing throughout all media. I instead strive to live life in word seers voices without an "s" into the projective levels of context and rents every veil of forgetfulness...one bite at a time!
Such is found in dreaming meaning as an ever higher resource ever filling as overflowing with contents incubated seer keys freeing gifts that we could not not have ever waiting: Now is the time to awaken in a world without end, so be so be...now I think I can see why there is so many in We. Through poetry and visuals I am freer and more WE-er! Could I ever wish for more as a mode toward meaning in the setting free of natures voice ever dreaming through a single hand dreaming more than my me alone?
With cubic words resurrected, I speak THUNDERING FRUITIONS from the Key Resurrection Tower ABOVE the Dividing Station! I am either everywhere or now here. The ambiguous world of visual contemporary art beckons us all to make better sense out of our experiences and encourages us to come to present time; Every there and then mentality will fall short!
Art is my touchstone and sign post giving way to growth and hope when Sharing truths of self.
I believe that our livelihood and longevity may depend on it.
Thank you, Greg
Art is the illusion to transcend illusion
This is a great opportunity to share many good things about how art is an important conductor fully worthy as a healthy cross-cultural link for potentially enriching self-efficacy throughout every demographic rung, without semantic toxins. Seeking meaning in the out of the ambiguous world of art and poetry relates profoundly to commonalities stored in the deepest cognitive recesses of humanity long overdue in our necessity NOW for Global Harmony...now:) It is absolutely targeted within every sleeping resonance as everyones rebirth as Our WE; and for me, a path to reinstate an all-inclusive equality nurturing honesty, acceptance, and respect!
Darkness shining not into the light WITH FIRM CONVICTION IN THIS TRUTH instantly disempowers ill-willed ego-based drives in positions of Egocentric Power Thrusting and paranoia ploys to justify Exclusive demortification On every global members toes! The concept of natural freedom from "sea to shining sea" makes the next higher rung > as a perfect all-inclusive circle.
I have a right to be me and in this mode I see divinity as the double-edged sword teaching to reach and revealing dead letter delusions shaped by mans "Inkblot" envisioning, projections and division. This Land is OURS, NOT THE THREE PERCENT ELITE! THOSE MISLED ALPHABET DEAD LETTER ZONES WITH MICROPHONES ARE ANTI AMERICAN AND NOT FIT TO BE ON THIS PLANET AS IS! Of myself I am nothing but the rebringing plan, or perfect in all ness by the present pleasant presence, is all about AND that we cannot not be! Thus WE ARE only with winged words.
Outlines to a perfect resurrection like wheat all about grown and woven in super forms of a crown with many colors for your you in collective infusions to rerail TRUE top walking in every shining eye seeing self in appreciable othernes; like a loosened self in truth and in Light; to be THIS NOW will be when seeing is the innate things implanted in every soul AWAKENED until the dawn of time is transparent and shown clearly. Thank you for reading...YOU are blessed Very Dearly!
Spiritual and creative ventures have led me to ponder portals that may be availed through stimulated imagination...
...like stepping into perfect justice, into such a wonderland, that upon looking back through whatever may be residually unresolved, choices are made to try and try again.
Purpose and meaning, only then seen clearly, orchestrates our good day / sad day venture...in a "just" mode of continious trying.
Self is the universe expressing through life, the rose the thorn, the smile the tear, the crest the trough, the ebb the flow, the left and the right?
I seek the paradoxical rhythms that give birth to the curious embodiments here, in our global village, ever-beckoning us "to love, learn, and to remember." Through the creative process we are all divinely endowed within, to each their own schema for wholeness. Through the present norms, we often seek outside self for illusive fulfillment in opposites, like male and female, birth and death.
The source of inspirations are in the fruitions of experience, the gifts of our spirits, and in the 'remembrance' that accompanies the new day dawning--of which many agents comprise. I am so touched through the drama, pain, and passion of life that I am thankful to realize many heartstrings in some resonance...as many things come to pass.
Our perfect reflection is all that we are, all that we do, and all that we touch.
The door begins to open once again, more fully, evermore inviting...coming, the collective calm, calling, coming forth, now! in unprecedented mass. ...no lack, no want, no fear...no nothing but our predisposition to escape the loneliness of our pseudo separation.
Psychological projections into ambiguous environments come in many forms and on many levels.
A visual vacuum in the window of the projective mind incubates meaning whenever associations are triggered in any attempt to lable what is experienced--like looking to where the finger is pointing, not the hand.
Gentle people, authors of unique fates in and for our highest global destiny: Reborn is our great planet, now, ever-newly made manifest, if only for a moment, yet every moment!
With intuitive and emotional freedom as our endowment, and with lifted eyes, let us glance toward the heavens in first hand awe, for just this moment.
We are all global members of immeasurable stature as the "why" dies and resonant answers to the how and what make clear prevailing paths to where we have always been: from the image of to the image as! It is no jot nor tiddle to go from me to we where everyone is availed a common faith. How can we not not be? To me that is impossible. We will continue to be after the shell of this embodiment turns once again back into the dust...as the One becomes many, the many One.
To walk upright fully reflecting what I dream jested is the golden endowment "to escape loneliness through seeking connectivity with appreciable otherness." This potential inertia wishes on high to respond to our every virtue of honor, voice, and passion, in every availed path of least resistance! The veil has been rent, the seals broken.
The sounds, the colors, the bliss, vision, and the totality of all and more, in one high sense of Beingness orchestrates destiny by playing the kindest songs to our fates to help us remember where we have always been.
The destiny premanifest playfully orchestrates dualistic strings ever about in all why ways, and is endless because our minds are ever so uniquely wired to make sense out of the world, to find meaning in our experience, even the sense of nonsense, of which I myself know well!!!
Yet I know this! Is not any sense better than nonsense? Ah! Not a question of Why! What is nonsense? Is it not an act of not being able to see around the contagions of eye specks and boulders of which we have constricted and grasped in the name of vanity, fear and lack?
What is one to do to stretch the other brother otherness zones, and ultimately embrace the highest envisioning and interest in every moment? Was it not near forgotten save beauty, inspiration and healing through sharing our aesthetic and humanitarian values? These are our rightly endowed gifts to utilize in awakening all that is, was, and shall ever be.
In states overlooking the human dilemma, if only for a moment, I know in my heart that which has been stirred into activity, secondary to voices within some collective platform, some resonance.
All that we experience, whether consciously manifested or unconsciously manifested is in direct accordance with our consciousness. I am a believer in what I accept as universal law: "As above, so below!"
As the water overflows, the beckoning light delivers us to our sacred center, back into the garden, where we have truly always been, where we could not not be, we had only forgotten...and our opening hearts:)
This voice says WE can now now be, and that is enough, yet already is, open fully, coming forth, yet again and again, now after now, moment merged into moment, the here of now, now here.
Wind like gathered gravities enters many doors to leave the Last Stone Turning and none to ignore. Just never ask me Why?
Except through this passion to reflect something higher than me alone and to free it, ever-reflecting it through and to appreciable otherness, I have no meaning!!!
Thank you! for being you! ~`~`Greg Edwards
Art is the illusion to transcend illusion.
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