We are bred to understand time as being present and past and never will their accumulation give you any insight into your progression forward in your individual future time line.  Yes, you make plans, you go to school, you find a partner you obtain knowledge of your exterior purpose.  

A purpose that is limiting your present state of consciousness because it is not apparent how you decided on your future life through the classes and friends you made.  When you were young the world was wide open. Your thoughts roamed the universe as you tried on all the different costumes of personality and freedom to experiment with all the outside forces of nature.  

Then as if on a time schedule you were faced with making a living.  Isn’t that an unnatural way of looking at the infinite choices you can make but not out of inner purpose, excited about the new world you want to create for yourself and family.  

No, the future is laid down in a structured cemented road that demands payment for your imaginative years, they believe wasted years, those years of excitement and folly, trial and errors until the moment of truth sets in by someone else's purpose that will now choose my future for me.  Giving me up to the machine of external control.  The great wheel of avarice, money and greed. 

The intellect seeking comfort in a created reality of equations, etiquette and controlled behavior.

   

You ask yourself how did you end up here when you wanted to be somewhere else as you progressed in a life dominated by exterior forces, based on fear, accumulating wealth and limiting avenues of choices to reach your goal.  

Which, I can guess was to make money and postpone your suspicion of a vision coalescing and then being separated from your instinctive will to create, so in your retirement years you will have enough to survive in calm quarters.  But yet, even in following the exterior pressures to conform to a stagnate life that doesn't represent your core perceptions you did it anyway out of pride, ego and fear.

These infinite worlds we succumb to enhance the wealth of a few but leave us wanting more in a desperate struggle to find the purpose of our youth, our true self's inner light.

The gift of intuition is the means of controlling your future path.  Focusing your mind and opening the revelation of your interior purpose, externalized in visual art.

Not all image creation can be an internal dialogue externalized.  We still have to survive in the realities created before our birth. We sometimes have to stumble along making a living until we perceive our gifts of creation and take the necessary forward steps to uncover our true creative talents.

As the rivers flow, your vision becomes the memory of the water's passing, stabilizing the movement of time to a perception of constant visual unity a consistent stability of perception with breaks in the line of sight each step we take toward our artistic expression is a continuity of our intuition, a duration studied and explored giving us insight into our life and possible others as well.

But is memory really a past or is it part of the present moments we are living now.  The only thing we don't see is the future coming at us in a mystical flight of fancy. We can't physically see the past but we can have our visual reenactment by studying our memories through photographs and deciding if these memories we created bring us to where we are today in our own originality or are they memories that define us in someone elses strict perceptions of their vision of reality ingrained in our mind through repetitious constraints of our freewill and original fears.

We are present in the photograph in some unnatural way.  A frozen moment that captures not our inner being but an outer facade that grins into the camera only to lose the expression of happiness once the shutter was clicked. 

The past flows into the present and leads us to our future.  Each moment of our lives is in flux and each thought we have shapes our present becoming a memory trail that can propel us into a future of recognition of our true talents. Or stifle our creativity by an immense pressure to conform to the dictates of society and their angered knowledge of the truth.  We are all  individual intuitive beings with a wealth of unique revelations.  If we fear change, any change, then you will be limiting yourself with a narrow reality of someone else's will.

Our memories are a necessary gage of how much of the past was ours to believe in or did we believe in someone elses words and structures dictating to us our present condition. We must unburden ourselves, release our repetitious thoughts that have up to now kept us in a locked room with redundant imitations of a life we thought was ours. Recognition of our past can become our impetus to change our future.

Vibration of cells create a fluidity of life in spacial time and in the mind.  We flow in motion itself which we use to intertwine ourselves with our nature.  Thus we can see motion from a infinite perspective of choice and the direct visual object is the constructed memories that allowed us to survive and be represented.

Allowing us a means to create an image from our inner conscious awareness in a revelation of our spiritual journey externalized.

Our future moments and are past moments are represented in our present moments, with us through our insightful durations, our focusing our intuitive consciousness past the frivolous repetitions of our daily existence to the deeper meaning and purpose of our image creation.  

We live in a natural accumulation of memories and they are our future materializing.  

Space is only a distance between objects, an infinite separation of time that we postulate as movement and thus see not infinity of statuesque physicality but movement in space, our lives unfolding.

Your vision is not the temptation to short circuit your intuitive forceful perspective but to open your vision to the details that encompass your framing of your subject

your vision externalized through image creation.

                   

                              Tall Grass In Motion