Wildnesss

What does it feel like to be immersed in nature?

What does it feel like to be immersed in nature?

How often do you get to experience the wild natural wild?
You could get stoned to the eye balls, steal a car, and charge off for a ram-raid.
You could jump from a plane, or a bridge or a cliff.
That would be fairly wild.
The wildness I’m meaning here though is not so adrenaline packed, but the wild wild world of nature.The same old one that’s been here for a billion years or more but one we rarely venture into.
Hey adrenaline is there. A two metre brown snake, stands up and looks you straight in the eye- adrenaline – Lightning bolts and hail stones -Adrenaline. Danger happens, but generally, you are in the sunshine in a huge uncultured garden. Very Adam n Eve. And you are in it, you become a part of it soooo a little piece it.
You arrive so full of where you’ve come from. All the li’l birds and beasties run for the hills screaming that one of those gun toting psychos has arrived. If you cancel the killing spree- those little guys will return, and come closer and closer until they are just there, sitting in a tree right next to you. You give them a nod they make a little sound and all is cool, very cool. You’ve been accepted.
But this is all surface – for in true wilderness, legit, kosher wilderness-no roads, no clearings there is a lot more.
There is a connection, spirit, energy thing. Secret wilderness business. AND this is where you get to feel what it means to be wild.
This is my golden cookie. Something inside just goes ‘click’ and I feel so fucking alive. So there. Painting with this electromagnetic, energy, connection thing zinging through my cells is what it’s all about. Paintings that appear through this process are liquid visuals + something extra.
But in the world of cars n phones n work n play n gotta make more money it is so easy to even remember that this wild world even exists. But I can feel it’s subtle calling. I hear a far off plaintive note and it has my name in it. Folks it’s time to leave and go back to play with our far off great great great feathered and furred ancestors out there amongst the sticks and rocks under blue skies and rain. It’s time to go back home again.