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CREATIVITY | THEOLOGY | STRATEGY | GROWTH
MULTI-HYPHENATE HUMAN | Acquired Savant Artist w/ Synesthesia | Contemplative Theologian | Ministry on the Margins | Award-Winning Entrepreneur | Keynote Speaker | Published Worldwide | Healthcare Futurist - AI | Rare Disease & Disability Advocate
HEATHER L THOMPSON
HUMAN
I have never fit well into boxes. My lived experience embraces paradoxes and fractal wholeness where all is connected and all is uniquely loved.
Each painting is an adventure…a walk into the wood toward an unknown ending. With abundant courage I step out of the embryonic warmth into the darkness alone waiting for sparks of color to run down my arms and through my wrists only to slowly drip from my fingertips.
I am a contemplative artist, an acquired savant with synesthesia after the accident that changed my life. I have been many things, from Award Winning CEO to Community Policing - feel free to read about it in my bio. What matters now is the time in the quiet. Stillness allows the substle nudges of the Spirit to point me in the direction of where I can be of service. I journey with people as I am some kind of theologian these days, and it is from that humble place that my art and poetry continues to emerge.
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Following "Nudges"While Painting Angels
...a vignette...
I let go of my hands in the Digital Space and let them "do what they feel." This angel appeared. But it wasn't done. "What comes next," I asked? "Be not afraid..."
I kept going, following the nudges as they pushed and pulled my fingers through the colors and lines. Something was struggling to emerge. The torment and pain scared me - what was I unmasking? Be not afraid. It is the field of chaos - the explosive mess - all must mass through to change from one form to another.
Suddenly my body was calm and I was finished. Even though the process unfolded in this way hundreds if not thousands of times before, it still caught me by surprise.
There are few things more powerful than touching the event horizon of the ineffable. Even if momentarily, my speechless existence deepens I surrender to the Master of the Ground of Being itself.
GALLERY
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