From my Soul to canvas

I have found myself in many different and interesting places. At this very moment I am in India. A rich contrast of everything alive, raw and determined like grass pushing through the suffocating skin of concrete.
The very first experience was the warm air of early morning filled with the conversation of many voices to the music of traffic. Not the sounds of western traffic but the melody of horns,whining motorcycles and whistles.
This is a blood stream and all you can do is slip in and trust it's flow.... that's when it becomes an adventure.
I was drawn to a painting I did 4 years ago of Kali (an unaware interpretation not for the purists). I had painted a Lakota warrior first but one night I walked up to it and completely covered him,his image just a memory now. It was brave and without thought, just surrendering to the desire within from a source unknown to me. I say brave because I had remained in the lakota conversation from my soul to canvas and now I felt as if breaking from tradition... it was liberating and left me open for questioning by others.. now I find that the path of kali is one of liberation but I have been left feeling a novice now that I am in the land of her devotion.
I learned at that moment of painting her that I could venture as far as my soul yearned without leaving my path of Lakota Ceremony. Such journeys bring a richness and better understanding toward life and all the other children who share in the love from our mother, the Earth.
So I begin these written footsteps with the most present and will continue forward but the threads I weave shall also be older ones,and maybe ones yet found but that to me is life. I often find moments from the past keeping pace with the moment I am in and each future one... how many breaths are of air already breathed by another or to be the life giver,prayer,tear of a heart yet born?