Pilgrim
Profile
- Name
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Pilgrim
- Age
- 47
- City
- Emerald
- Country
- Australia
- Joined
- Nov 2006
I believe that we deepen our humanity when we express our creativity. At some point most of us are told we are not artistic and this is often the end of our creativity journey. This is a tragedy which impoverishes all. Creativity is at the heart of the human condition. Through it we make sense of the world and we grow in wisdom. I aspire that everyone may express creativity and believe the world will be better if they do.
I wonder at our capacity to love. I mourn that this can be twisted and become ugly. But even then I know that love is the wellspring.
I pray, I cherish my family and with passion I share what we are doing at RedBubble and hope you will join us on the journey. I wish to share and celebrate your creativity and hope you can share in mine.
I have the joy at living at Three Springs, a farm outside of Melbourne which I share with my wife, Loreto, and my three daughters.
Groups
Pilgrim hosts Compassion, Gaia - The Living Planet and In the Moment and is a member of All Things Poetic, Prose, Philosophical., Art Appreciation, Art of the Middle East, BubbleMania, Dearly Departed, Flash Fiction, Masterpiece: Art, Masterpiece: Photography, My Child's Art, Petshop CS2, Realist Traditional Art, RedBubblers, Rural NSW, Sci Fi - Multi Genre, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, The Forge of Virtue and Wondrous Workhorses.
Journal Entries
In Beirut
Posted 27 days ago, 5 comments so far.
Art’s Black Heart
Posted about 1 month ago, 20 comments so far.
Why Is It?
Posted about 1 month ago, 9 comments so far.
Finding a New Artist
Posted about 1 month ago, 4 comments so far.
Art and Spirituality
Posted 2 months ago, 17 comments so far.
Writing - again
Posted 2 months ago, 9 comments so far.
Next Publication
Posted 4 months ago, 14 comments so far.
St Nic
Posted 4 months ago, 10 comments so far.
In the Moment
Posted 5 months ago, 8 comments so far.
New Foal
Posted 5 months ago, 9 comments so far.
Art
Writings
The Story
The story is already written / In the space outside of time / In the silence of easy detachment / We can read it quietly at leisure
Loss
Pity the man who loses his sight / Or the heiress reduced to rags
The Log Splitter
You could see him grimace every now and again as he worked. In the afternoons he worked alone.
Walk On
One step in front of the other / The road moves beneath the feet / Indifferent, completely to the faith / Or lack off, we may choose to have / Each step painful, joyous or foolish / Regardless they ar…
Why?
Art is elite, frightening, unobtainable / You can’t do it, be it, feel it / You can’t create it, share it / Don’t dare call yourself an artist / You haven’t learn’t enough, suffered enough /…
Morning Prayer
My clothes fall from me, unneeded / Slowly I lose the house my money built / Careers and dreams blow off as dust / Hope and fear, two sides of the same coin, / Are recognised and discarded / Family, f…
