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WOLFRAM ALDERSON is a change agent in love’s army – with 40 years experience leading nonprofit organizations, he co-founded TILT with Dr. Mossbridge. Wolfram’s work is focused on human & environmental health, especially metabolic health & nutrition. He is an entrepreneur, ecosystemizer, artist, amanuensis, strategian, rapporteur, unconditional lover. Learn more about TILT at: https://LoveAndTime.org

Learn more about Wolfram’s book at: https://wolframalderson.com/radiate-p..

La Reina de Los Suenos de Amor

La Reina de Los Suenos de Amor

Reina de Corazones

¿Qué dice la Reina de Corazones

   mientras ella pinta todas las preguntas y respuestas del amor?

Que dice la Reina de Corazones

   mientras navega por el corazón del arte y el arte del corazón?

Recurriendo en la vieja latina “¡Exsultate, Jubilate!” ella exclama. “¡El corazón no es simplemente una bomba!”

Cacareando, ella responde “¿Quién está bombeando a quién?”

“¡La sangre corriendo por ti es la pintura de tu alma!”

Ella exhorta, “¡El hierro que hace su sangre ser roja nació en un gran explosión estelar!

“Cada pulso en sus venas es el universo palpitando a través de ti, tocando una melodía que nació en el principio de los tiempos”

Reina de Corazones, su exhibición interminable saca nuestras lágrimas, luego trapeandolas para hacer el yeso para el próximo lienzo

Nos pintas, nos coloreas, nos cepillas, nos pules mientras marchamos hacia nuestro destino: ¡Amor, amor, amor!

¡Modelo! ¡Bosquejo! ¡Emitir! ¡Pintar! ¡El amor es el medio y el mensaje!

¡Los pigmentos estratificados, en palimpsesto!

Amor depositado en trazos, en pigmentos bien puestos, filtrado, raspado, rastrillado, fundido y animado por amores perdidos y reencontrados, brotando de sus paletas indómitas, abrazado por tus visiones y revisiones desenfrenadas.

¡Transmisiones ilimitadas desde el Reino de la Creación!

El amor condicional e incondicional se arremolina y se desborda de tus botes de pintura sin fondo

La Pintora, La Pintada, La Pintura, todas unidas en perpetuo amor radiante

El amor se derrama sobre tus lienzos, los colores y las formas se arremolinan y saltan hacia nosotros, borrando nuestras fronteras, derribando nuestros muros.

Obras preservado en el tiempo, amorosamente, esmerilado, calentado, frotado, triturado, agrietado, relleno, roto, curado, y entero

Trabajar, sangrar, rasgar, coser, ahuecar, sombrear, puntear, rellenar, y manchar

La Reina de Corazones está con nosotros, trabajándonos, cambiando nuestras células, pintando nuestras heridas, amándonos en momentos mágicos, llevándonos a nuevos lugares de rescate, acompañándonos a través de la Vida, el Amor y la Muerte.

Amor, amor, amor a cada paso, ella entra, llega, sale, vuelve en reconocimiento eterno

¡Aquí está nuestra Reina de Corazones, pintándonos de amor!

Queen of Hearts

What does the Queen of Hearts say

   while she paints all the questions and answers of love?

What does the Queen of Hearts say

   while she navigates through the heart of art and the art of the heart?

Resorting to old Latin, “Exultate, Jubilate!” she exclaims. “The heart is not just a pump!”

Cackling, she exhorts “Who’s pumping who?”

“The blood coursing through you is the paint of your soul!”

She explains, “The iron that makes your blood red was born in a great stellar explosion!

Every pulse in your veins is the universe palpitating through you, playing a tune that was born in the dawn of time

Queen of Hearts, your endless exhibition brings out our tears, then mops them up to make the gesso for the next canvas

You paint us, color us, brush us, polish us as we march towards our destiny: Love, love, love!

Model! Sketch! Emit! Paint! Love is the medium and the message!

The stratified pigments, in palimpsest!

Love deposited in strokes, in well-placed pigments, filtered, scraped, raked, melted and animated by lost and rediscovered loves, springing from your untamed palettes, embraced by your unbridled visions and revisions

Unlimited transmission from the Realm of Creation!

Conditional and unconditional love swirls and overflows from your bottomless paint pots

The Painter, The Painted, The Painting, all united in perpetual radiant love

Love spills over your canvases, colors and shapes swirl and jump towards us, erasing our borders, breaking down our walls

Works preserved in time, lovingly, frozen, heated, rubbed, crushed, cracked, filled, broken, cured, and whole

Work, bleed, tear, sew, hollow out, shade, dot, fill, and stain

The Queen of Hearts is with us, working with the medium that is us, changing our cells, painting our wounds, loving us in magical moments, taking us to new places of rescue, accompanying us through Life, Love and Death

Love, love, love at every step, she enters, arrives, leaves, returns in eternal reknowing

Here is our Queen of Hearts, painting us with love!

 

I LOVE RED

I LOVE RED

I LOVE RED. ALL. DAY. ALL. NIGHT. LONG.

In the article, “The History of the Color Red,” we learn about some of the history of red. And, if you really want to go deep, then get a copy of ‘Red: The History of a Color.” I can’t seem to help myself, so a lot of my current works seem to end up red, or gold or both. I haven’t yet figured out why I am in love with red, but I love red so much that I just don’t care why…it brings me too much joy. I even collect red images, just for fun.

Praise Song for the Day

Praise Song for the Day

A Poem for Barack Obama’s Presidential Inauguration

 
Each day we go about our business,
walking past each other, catching each other’s
eyes or not, about to speak or speaking.
 
All about us is noise. All about us is
noise and bramble, thorn and din, each
one of our ancestors on our tongues.
 
Someone is stitching up a hem, darning
a hole in a uniform, patching a tire,
repairing the things in need of repair.
 
Someone is trying to make music somewhere,
with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum,
with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.
 
A woman and her son wait for the bus.
A farmer considers the changing sky.
A teacher says, Take out your pencils. Begin.
 
We encounter each other in words, words
spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed,
words to consider, reconsider.
 
We cross dirt roads and highways that mark
the will of some one and then others, who said
I need to see what’s on the other side.
 
I know there’s something better down the road.
We need to find a place where we are safe.
We walk into that which we cannot yet see.
 
Say it plain: that many have died for this day.
Sing the names of the dead who brought us here,
who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges,
 
picked the cotton and the lettuce, built
brick by brick the glittering edifices
they would then keep clean and work inside of.
 
Praise song for struggle, praise song for the day.
Praise song for every hand-lettered sign,
the figuring-it-out at kitchen tables.
 
Some live by love thy neighbor as thyself,
others by first do no harm or take no more
than you need. What if the mightiest word is love?
 
Love beyond marital, filial, national,
love that casts a widening pool of light,
love with no need to pre-empt grievance.
 
In today’s sharp sparkle, this winter air,
any thing can be made, any sentence begun.
On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp,
 
praise song for walking forward in that light.
Forgotten Wood, Homemade Hardware, and Loose Variances

Forgotten Wood, Homemade Hardware, and Loose Variances

During the COVID-19 pandemic and lockdown, I’ve been using up all my scrap wood and hardware. Often, a single piece of sculpture will consist of dozens, even hundreds of scraps. It’s a time that is soaked in fear, so my work focusing on love is amping up… the only way I know how to respond. Here are few snapshots of works in progress…

LOVE IS OF THE ESSENCE – read more here. Made entirely from scraps.

RADIATE PERPETUAL LOVE – Read more here – cover for my book Radiate Perpetual Love and next show of the same name. This piece is made of scraps of cherry wood gifted to me by Fritz Beyerlein.

BY THE DIVINE POWER OF LOVE ALL NATURE BECOMES RENEWED. – lighted sculpture – work in progres – more info here.

TAKING LOVE INTO OUR OWN HANDS. Made entirely from scraps. Illuminated sculpture.