A CALL FOR ARTISTS OF THE BLOOMING
I have a wild story burning in my head. The kind of story that keeps you up at night and keeps knocking at the back of your skull.
That there are perhaps a few thousand artists on this earth, as souls at this moment of time who are meant to gather. Who are meant to find their way to one another’s door.
These will be painters and poets, lyricists and musicians. They will come from all backgrounds and cultures and together they will form a collective of artists created with a single purpose. To kick-start the revolution of the soul of our world. To start the party. To kick off the great coming out of humanity through crisis and collapse. To create art that has the power to bring humanity together beyond stories and borders. To create art so potent it shakes the machine we are living in clean to the bones.
These artists will come in many forms. Some will be shakers of the machine. Some will be revealers and tricksters of the cracks. Some rousers of renaisance. Some here to rev the revolution. Some here to stir the soul. Some to inspire the beauty. Some to support us to remember who we are.
I have this story that on a soul level there are artists who have been born at this time to rouse a renaisance in the heart of humanity, the kind of renaissance that can only come from art being created from the crack of living in a world that is falling apart and in the quaking and the shaking and the collective not knowing but the daring to dream that despite the heart-break and the horror, everything changes now, that there is hope not inspite of the crises we are living through but because of them.
I see in five years time stadiums full of artists of the blooming rocking out the heart of humanity as the civilisation we have burns and another one through us aches to come through.
I have this story that at the end it will be art, and creativity that will show the way through, that only the wild symphonic note of creation will be left in our hearts and between us that will be enough and we'll each sigh with recognition of music of the universe living through us once more.
Maybe something stirs deep in your bones. Maybe your heart comes alive at this call, at the thought of artists riding out on the coat tails of one civilisations collapse and fall, ringing the bell that this isn't an end, but a beginning, not a breaking apart, but a cracking through, a revealing.
Maybe this artist is you. Maybe you know an artist who this is. Maybe it's time to come together to start the party?
