The Road For Artists: It Starts Within

This is a lived experience. It is not going to find you if you are not to become it. You are the path. You are your art. You are your craft, and your life’s work. The journey you live for the world is your destiny. You are your destiny: your lived experience as a selfless expression of your soul as your unique gift to the world out of ...

That's a very good question. What is The Road For Artists? Well, it's the road that I walked and I am walking, and it's actually the road that every artist walks naturally, unknowingly for the most part, and it is facing yourself every step of the way to become the artist you were born to become. To be yourself in front of the micropho...

Art is vibration. It doesn’t stand alone. It doesn’t live apart from you. Art lives by its maker. It lives through you. It is a piece of you. Art is frequency. You capture who you are, your state of being, in an object. You impregnate it with your intention. The highest intention is no intention (alignment with life). What stands behin...

An artist that is in direct contact with life. Completely surrendered—a complete vessel. Not degrees away; no identity in the way. What would that look like? The ocean, not its fluctuations. The winds, not the leaves swaying. The sky, not the birds flying. The canvas, not the paint. Freedom. What would that look like? What would that l...

At any moment, I am X number of actions away from my goal. I don’t need to see all the actions ahead of me; I jump from pebble to pebble. That’s enough clarity. In the way of free action is my accumulated past (my identity) that disturbs me. As I take action, I dissolve myself. I am in my way, and my real work is the death of me, a bir...

Every master works with that intensity, that involvement—shutting out the world and projecting forth their soul’s expression in free-roaming intimacy. In the first ten minutes, I just stare at the page or write lines that lack magic. But little by little, something clicks, and I fall into a spell that tastes like the first sip of coffe...

Write until the writing writes you. Sing until the song sings you. Sing until there is no more you in the music. Create a window to God. As long as there's me in the song, something is wrong! Making art can be your meditation practice. Ritualise your art sessions. Make a cup of coffee, pray, submit yourself to your art, and align with ...

My service is to provide energetic support to the artist. The prayer before the art session. The prayer that turns the art session into natural meditation. I plug you in, and you bathe in bliss while making art. That is consecration. Living, emanating words that point to God. Sacred objects as living artifacts of life beyond the veil—w...

Creation plays by its own drum, balancing the scales. I am but a speck on my isolated road. There’s the world’s heartbeat, but mine beats differently. I am selfish; is that where I go wrong? Art restores my connection. Art reminds me to be humble. Art is my gift of union. When there is art, there is but one collective being. And I am i...

I am a writer. Writing ritualistically every morning is my discipline. My daily routine is ingrained in my being. Synapses fire, and I produce pages without much effort. I train myself to fall into a trance. I submit to my task at hand. My task is all that exists; the world falls quiet. I start by reciting my morning prayer. I realized...

The world is a mirror. I see my past reflected in my beautiful face. I see the world not as it is but through the filter of my past, as my traumatic responses to outer stimuli. Once I surrender those traumatic responses, the outside world will not poke and bug me as much; my inner world will be serene to see reality as it is. I don't s...

I don’t conceal; I sing my soul; I fly like a bird. My art is unapologetically me. I am most free in my art. My art is my direct soul expression. Frida Kahlo is her art. Picasso is his art. And so I too must become my art. I experience utter freedom expressing through art; I flow. I unbecome in the act. The act remains; I am no more. S...

Mastery in an area of life is you dying to yourself in that area of life. You've surrendered yourself to your work and are no more when you create. You freely create without the mask of identity boxing you in. You are your soul when you create. You enter the flow of life and disappear into the work. The resistance you feel creating and...

Complete self-expression is the key to success. Actions that are complete cast no shadows. Complete actions arise as spontaneous, natural expressions of the soul without any filter through the image we hold of ourselves. When such work meets the world, authenticity shines through and connects naturally with the hearts that it is for. L...

I used to think that hard work was the root of great work. That force was necessary to create work worth sharing. I have come to a different conclusion. I realized that when I am aligned with my authentic/natural being, work flows effortlessly. I realized that when I force, I am not in complete alignment. Forced work pales in compariso...

The spiritual journey of art has its ups and downs; is unpredictable and non-linear. Weeks of struggle and force accumulate to a revelation, the surrender of obstructions, and an experience of greater creation. Pain humbles with each successful or failed attempt; the lesson is the point. As the artist grows, so does the art. The art be...

The best artists have no walls to creation; no curtain of self; no fear of perceptions of others. They are in direct communion, and so their art vibrates with life and emanates God. When artists create, they free fall. Creation is dampened by, 'What will others think of me and my art?' Creation is boxed in by, 'Is this okay to share?' ...

The Secret To Immortality Divine River Of Life Will you carry me? Divine Ocean Of Bliss Will you bury me? Divine Water Of Knowledge Will you reveal to me? The Secret To Immortality Hail, River Divine Your stream sounds so pure Hail, Ocean Supreme Shall I just let me go? My splintered, scattered self At once, your waves devour I am just...

Cogs to artists. Tribes were connected and held sacred as one big family. Once a tribe was too big to call a family, it split in two, and one tribe moved to a different location and established another settlement. The Industrial Age connected the world and made it rich and fruitful, but that feeling of a familiar bond beyond the family...

There is a shift that happens when you don't do it for yourself anymore but you do it for them. Duty. No matter your mood. No matter the circumstance. You show up for them. When you are scared to show up, you face those fears for them. By healing them, you heal yourself. Your dedication is serving your people. And as your good aligns w...

When my little soul came here it was alive, pure, playful, bold, intelligently knowing and being love; giving, and emanating divinity within. I don’t know exactly when the cloud of misery dawned on me. It must have been in High School, with the onset of puberty. Protecting myself from the great mean world I created a crust around my so...

With each step I take towards my destiny I am a little less pain and a little more soul. With each step I take, I fight the perpetuation of my past (identity) and fight my battle against myself to shed that coat of past by creating and sharing art. Each creation and sharing of art is accompanied by a release of past restrictions of sel...

What makes art beautiful? Living, emanating art holds captured beauty. The artist creating in a state of beauty, captures beauty. The artist in torment, captures torment. The artist dictates the manifestation of the art. Torment is not art. Art is beauty. The source of the art’s beauty is the artist. What makes an artist beautiful? Liv...

Hard work is required to gain the skills. A master then unlearns everything to become a child again. He learns to surrender to the divine. He learns to be life; not force it but to let it unfold through him. He learns to trust in life and knows he’s a mere tool of creation. He obeys and respects the art that comes through. He sees the ...

Let's the divine do it all takes all the credit know he's a fool The more one tries the less genius he is The more one surrenders the more intelligent one becomes Life is intelligence geniuses don't stand in the way of life lilatace.com

I never know how The song writes itself I never know how The book writes itself I sit by myself And I feel I ought to write I get up and grab my guitar And the most beautiful little piece comes my way Through my hands Untouched Divine Pure Effort is not a word I’d use Floating perhaps Stepping aside Surrendering Bathing in bliss The wo...

There is no need to collect or consume anything. It's all within the soul. Unbecome. Melt all you collected. Be who you are. Create with your soul and delight the world. All is within. You came complete. Just see that, be that, and express that. It's the most natural, and effortless soul expression that you are longing for. Spontaneous...

Dead art ruled for a long time. But dead art is dying out. Living art today is ahead of its time. But who has eyes sees. The scales are tipping. lilatace.com

Every artist becomes a philosopher when they walk long enough. lilatace.com

You don't need to do. I quietly work on you. You don't need to dissolve. I instantly devour you. You don't need to speak. I take your tongue. You don’t need to see. I become your eyes. You don’t need to believe. I give a taste. You don’t need to know. I like a fool. You don’t need to let go. I fall into you. You don't need to retain. I...