I am a visionary intuitive artist.
I paint the unseen bringing in messages. I’ve tried going back to my traditional roots…but, my muse will have nothing to do with that.
So, I listen to her….and paint what I am being asked and led to paint.
Embracing Her Darkness
We are equal parts dark and light. One could not exist without the other. I received the message three times in the same day: it is important to embrace that which we call darkness. Be aware of it.
I traveled to Taos recently to rid myself of my darkness – to just radiate light, but, I realized that no one can lose all of the darkness, it’s a part of who each of us is. Now, I am to be aware of it. I’ve been fighting for about a month to lose an essential part of being human. To understand that it’s ok to be upset, sad, mad, angry…. jut don’t let it rule your life.
Believe it or not – there is beauty there.
Tethered to Hope.
She’s hanging on by a thread….a thread of Hope. It’s something that never fails her. Even in her darkest hours….there is still Hope.
Caged angel….no more.
She’s starting to realize that she was a prisoner of her own mind, her own stories. Once she realized it, the cage started disintegrating.
Was she ready? Truly ready?
If she weren’t ready to face her fears, her cage would still be intact. Fly little one…you’ve had the power all along. Caged angel…no more
Lots of Hope.
She feels it. Hope…Lots of it. Even though she is working through so much darkness…she has hope….and she is clinging to it for dear life. Lots of Hope.
About the Author: Paula Jones
I started painting at the ripe old age of 45 (at the urging of a friend who was an artist) after a plaster ceiling fell on my head while I was doing what I loved at the time, which was remodeling houses.
I’m falling in love with my creative soul…my process, and my value that I bring to this beautiful world. I’ve found courage, strength, love and compassion in places I never knew it would come from. And, as a result…I have a story…I have a story of hope.
I am a visionary intuitive artist. I paint the unseen bringing in messages. I’ve tried going back to my traditional roots…but, my muse will have nothing to do with that. So, I listen to her….and paint what I am being asked and led to paint.