A Repeating Vision-(A Seed)

Tonight in flowing prayer (thank you for refreshing). I remember a seed. A vision of arts flowing in colors and music, they gather. I see them crying out and dancing flowing like colorful thin banners, the people are the banners. Other banners blow up in the ceilings, some have projected images and symbols and words flashing on them. I see revelation coming to them and they write poems, statements, constitutions, declarations, changing the world. Their prayers are like substance that goes out to build and change the world behind and beyond the wills of men.

In large buildings they dance, colors fill the room, lights moving in colors, sounds and beats and music, waves and winds. Some on platforms, some on sofas, some at booths and tables, some just chatting and laughing or hugging. They go on into the nights.

Then I see this other group or rather another setting. It's outdoors. John the Baptistish. They are out. They are called out. They go to seek, to hear, to wait. They go to the desert. Nothing of man they seek. They are going to find the voice that created the wilderness. They seek to leave behind the clutter of voices of man and culture. I see stars at night, and heated sun by day. I see water to drink and blankets and mats to sit on and tents or caves to nap in. Some have music and drums and fires burning. Like the Israelites in the wandering desert with power to sleep by. They wait, they seek, they cry. They feel anxious and desperate at times, then as though they would pop or explode because of overwhelming joy and fulfillment. They want to cry out this blessing over the earth. The treasures they are finding strengthen them.

These groups flow together. One inside, the other away and outside. They are urban yet they are as though they come from a wilderness.

Things I Learned in School Today

I got a 100 on the scantron part of my History of Photography class, the essay portion will come later.

I went to the first lecture by Elizabeth Condon where she spoke about an exhibit of contemporary artists helping to put together, whose works are influenced by Traditional Asian art.

One artist I found hillarious was iona rozeal brown. For some reason, the name is not capitalized. Anyhow, this artist combines traditional Asian figure and costume, with Black hip-hop culture. You can google the artist name for more images.

I Painted What I Saw On the Floor

This is the painting room at Texas State University. I went exploring, looking for something. I was drawn to the white blob of paint on the floor next to the rolling cart. This is what it looks like close up.
When I photographed it, I saw something. So I got to work painting, adding yellow-oranges for light and blue-purples for shadows to bring out what I was seeing.

Below is what the blob of white paint looked like after I was done.




So now the Texas State University painting-room-blob has had a make-over. This is the view of the room after the process.

Hey I Found a Picture of Me Online

This was the first service held in the new building at Hillcountry Church. That's me on the djembe. Next to me are Ben, Barry, Elizabeth, and Christi. Sharon is dancing. More pictures at the Hillcountry Website.

Good Morning World

October 4, 2005 the day of my Grandmother's funeral. We slept in the same room as I worked on my blog. They laughed at me that I worked on it so long. Ha. I'm going to say goodmorning to the morning now.

Sergio, Rene and I are all wearing our Purple shirts, shirts we got over Christmas. We are all going to match. We laughted when we thought about doing this, but figured that my mom would like it. When we told her about the plan..."Oh, that would be great," she said.

Draw us together. We have been sooo apart.

One Ancient Vision

I saw them dancing and sweating. I saw them sitting and meditating. I saw them outside in the open. Flowing near the fire. Prophesing desire. Fasting for his face. Caught up in his grace.