The day I declared, “I am an artist,” I unknowingly did something that would unexpectedly open a gateway, not in the outside world, but deep within my inner landscape. That doorway gave my spirit, my imagination, and my heart permission to rise, to move, to express without apology.
When I hear myself say, “My canvas is calling,” I am naming a sacred moment. It is not just a whim, nor a hobby, but a signal—a pulse from within that stirs me toward the imaginal.
This calling is not about perfection, nor about predictability. It is not about producing something to please the eye of another. It is the quiet, potent courage to let my true presence take hold and simply paint. In this way, art becomes more than my craft; it becomes a demonstration of what I call my authentic authority.
Authority, in this sense, is not control or dominance. It is a natural sense of being aligned with my deepest truth. I let go and trust what moves me and moves through me. When I listen to the call of my canvas, I honour the mysterious current that I guess runs through every artist—a whisper that insists I am more than a maker of things, I am a vessel for something eternal. And by the way, I had no idea that embodying my artist archetype would emerge with such emotional potency.
To answer this call is to give myself to the process of my visionary archetype. To trust that even the mess or accident has meaning. I am beginning to trust that when my canvas calls, it’s because I am ready to let my presence become visible, to let my soul become form, and to let art be the language of my freedom.
Because somewhere deep within me, I know that Art is Life and Life is Art
Something is soul-stirring about beginning again. Not from scratch, but from the place within that has waited patiently, quietly—for decades. Recently, I set up a small art studio at home and picked up the brush, beginning to paint—a passion I’ve carried in my heart for years.
Being creative has always been my go-to for self-regulating and healing. It helps me stay connected to Source and grounds me. Thankfully, my creativity has taken on many forms over the years, including cooking, writing, designing, fashion, and hairstyling.
Artist Statement:This painting is born from a layered process — a hidden painting rests beneath this one, like an ancestor beneath the skin of the present. Guided by instinct rather than intention, I surrendered to the pull of bold colour and instinctive gesture. The red ground holds a sacred intensity, while the bursts of purple and gold emerge as energetic forms — wings, flames, perhaps even messengers. Eyes or portals appear, suggesting presence, perception, and prophecy. This is a painting about emergence — about the unseen becoming seen, about memory taking flight through colour, texture, and motion.
But painting feels different; it asks more of me. It requires more space—physically, emotionally, and spiritually and invites a deeper kind of surrender. There is a stillness within its vastness, and in that space, something sacred begins to emerge.
In my case, it was born from the whispers of my longing. I didn’t have the space or time to create in the way I truly wanted. My life had asked me to pour my creativity and energy elsewhere. But now, the conditions have ripened, and my inner artist has been allowed to reawaken.
Each morning, I rise with a sense of excitement, passion, and purpose that I can only describe as cellular. My hands are remembering, my eyes are seeing anew, and my heart—oh, my heart—feels wide open to the mystery. I’m not just painting. I’m discovering the rhythm of my process between the pauses and the messes. I’m allowing myself to live in the unknown, safe within the sacred flow, living in a mix of peaceful intention and instinct, and it feels like home.
I reminded myself that artists throughout history have not been remembered for mimicking trends or pleasing the masses. They have been remembered for their truth. For daring to stay faithful to the thread of their soul. They listened inward, not outward. They created not because the world demanded it, but because their spirit did.
However, in a world of algorithms and ever-shifting aesthetics, it is all too easy to drift. Social pressure and external validation can creep into the artist’s world, subtly promising visibility and applause.
But what is visibility worth if we’ve become invisible to ourselves?
Whether we are painting, dancing, writing, sculpting, singing, or simply dreaming, we must always return to our essence. Our art does not need to trend to matter. It does not need to go viral to be valid. The truest thing we can offer the world is our undiluted presence. Living our inner vision, and heartbeat in our colours, in words, or songs.
My position is to remember what art is for, knowing that it is not to be explained, but to be felt and not created for applause, but to awaken the sacred beauty in others. I have decided to make the kind of art that stirs the soul and sparks the spirit. Even if it’s creating for my own spirit. See, art is both a pleasure and a necessity. Humans are indeed designed to be wondrous and creative creatures.
Our world needs to celebrate life by lifting one another, not toward perfection, but toward the beautiful presence of being our creative selves.
Heart to Heart and Spirit to Spirit, Elizabeth
Artist Statement – This work emerged through a process of intuitive layering — a painting beneath another, guided not by plan but by presence. What lies beneath still breathes through the surface, echoing a deeper memory or message. The monochromatic red evokes both intensity and intimacy, a kind of sacred bloodline or inner fire. This is a piece about remembering — not with the mind, but with the body and the soul. It is a portal, a pulsing veil, a hidden rhythm revealed.
In every age, artists stand at the threshold of the unseen, the unspoken, and the yet-to-be-discovered. They are the first to articulate the unknown, weaving threads of whispers into form, word, image, and sound that awaken something ancient and infinite within us. It is their courage to commune with the intangible that propels the evolution of consciousness and culture.
In a healthy society, the artist’s role transcends entertainment or decoration; it is sacred. They are the spiritual mapper, charting realms that have yet to enter the collective awareness. They translate the messages from the divine, the murmurings of the cosmos, and the buried truths of the soul into expressions that we can collectively hold and understand.
Deeper Truths
Art has always been the vehicle through which humanity glimpses its deeper truths. Before we can name or grasp the complexities of our existence, the artist offers us a reflection—a song, a painting, a poem—that hints at something beyond our current knowing. These works are like lanterns on a dark path, illuminating what we are only beginning to comprehend.
But this role requires profound sensitivity and bravery. To bring the unknown into the light is to step into the space between worlds where certainty dissolves. It demands that artists become vessels, open to inspiration that often comes uninvited, yet insistent. They must trust the process, even when it feels like leaping into the void, because they know their work is not just for themselves but for the whole.
The Artist’s Vision
A culture that honour its artists creates space for these revelations to emerge. It understands that the artist’s vision is not separate from the collective but an essential aspect of it. Through their creations, artists introduce us to new archetypes, new paradigms, and new ways of being. They challenge us to see differently, to feel more deeply, and to remember that life is not just about survival but about transcendence.
When I reflect on the role of the artist, I see them as spiritual midwives, bringing the soul of a new age into form. They remind us of our interconnectedness and call us to expand into the fullness of our humanity. To be an artist is to accept a divine responsibility, to act as a conduit for beauty, truth, and transformation.
So let us honour the artists—the poets, the painters, the dancers, the musicians, and all who create with intention and vision. They are the ones who help us navigate the unknown, who lift the veil between the seen and unseen, and who bring us closer to the essence of what it means to be alive.
In their courage and devotion, they show us that the act of creation is not just an expression of individuality but a profound offering to the collective soul of humanity. Let us listen, let us witness, and let us be transformed by their gifts.
For in their art, the mystery of life finds its voice, and we are reminded that the unknown is not something to fear but something to embrace as the birthplace of all possibility.
Elizabeth Ellames 