THIS ART OF MY MIND
When ever I showed my art it was always amongst nature, I had a few showings for
anyone to come look. This is the story of one collection, I got the idea from The Dunlop
as an artist wanted many people to do this all over the city.
When I was living in the North Central I used broken fences, broken chairs dishes, any
Thing to produce my art as I did not have any money at this time.
So outside of where I was staying I put an alter, my treasure chest, filled with cards
I hung work in the trees, and made a close line and hung clothes and put” rags to riches”
on a piece of paper. One day I came home late with a friend, and someone took and
smashed all my work, it was scattered all over the ground. I started to cry and sob, how
could anyone be so mean? I had to leave, and I took Zaadzy and we walked, and it was
late. As I walked a man followed me and said he was going to F me you fn w______.
He kept bothering me. I lost it on him and started to scream leave me alone, and Zaadzy
and I continued to walk . A truck noticed what was going on from Brandt Place they
circled me to make sure I got out safely. I did!
That night Zaadzy stayed in the garage and I stayed at the Youth Hostel.
The next day I gathered my things and my creations of healing and put them on a sleigh
and took them to another area of town.
This was on 13th Ave. in the Cathedral Area. I had to make many trips.
My last trip I had my treasure chest and I was going along Albert Street , and I did
not care what others thought of me as I was on a mission. As I went under the underpass.
A guy came along and stopped me he whipped out his machete and was going to cut
the rope so I would not have to carry the heavy burden. I did not care what he had in his
hand. I said “oh no your not! “So he said “then I will take it from you.” So I walked
beside him and together we headed to the Cathedral. A man stopped with his white car,
and picked us up and took us to the spot my art was. After The man that helped me was
going to get in the car, I said stay safe. He told me he would watch over my art. He
patted his pants with his weapon and got in the car. A few days later I was sent to the
hospital.I never knew what happened to my art as many pieces have gone missing and
there are many mysteries to be unsolved surrounding my lost creations.
later on when I was in the hospital the same man that helped me with my art,
was there to. We all have our issues that we are dealing with and need to heal in our own
way. Yet I encouraged him to begin a journey with the healing arts, he started to
do art, and poetry and each day I would listen to him.
He told me that before he came in my art was still safe as he was watching over it for me.
I hope he is still doing his art and poetry for his healing path as well.
In this book , this movie I will create, this will be a real live mysteries waiting to be
unsolved, uniting together the many cultures many faiths the rich the very powerful, the
very poor. In the movie it will be told in black and white , maybe colour and an old
fashioned story book tale. I would tell the story , and also act many parts within in this
story. I have a song that goes with this as well that I wrote.
The book movie is called : SILENCE IS GOLDEN MAY THE TRUTH BE TOLD
Watch for it in stores and theatres near you. Manifestation is the key! I have been
manifesting this and living it for three years.