Live Art

Live Art Dream your dreams I pray thee; orchestrate your play I beseech thee and write the song you always wished to dance to; strum the guitar; blow the trumpet; bang the drums I ask you and let the clashing of the cymbals resound! You - pompoms raised high and waving wild, the cheer leader, and fan, coach, ball, goal post and player rolled into one. Splash the colours I order you – fill your palette with colours ranging wide; with the world around you, your subject to carve, to mould, to weld as you would and at your whim; and weave from threads tiny and disparate into a whole! Be the glue that holds it all together and sketch your heart away I insist. Every thought, scribble, doodle, and wiggle into your folder of bad, good and excellent. For so are visionaries born. Dare you be God even for a minute and the human your creator, our Father always meant you to be I ask? Forget not your humanness: Scream! Shout!! Play!!! Laugh I ask thee; keep your human face intact and, and your heart loyal to God. THIS IS AN ORDER, I dare pronounce! My name is Paul and my heart is with you.