CURRENT THINKING 2025; PERFORMANCE AS FOR DIA BEACON

 CURRENT THINKING  2025: PERFORMANCE AS FOR DIA BEACON

SELF  HEALING

SOUL  RETRIEVING

AESTHETIC  STIMMING

CONTINUAL  CONFESSING

GENERATIONAL  TRAUMA FIXING

INTERNAL  TRANSFIGURATIONING

SHADOW  SHARING

HEYOKA  ADMIRING

CHOSEN  SCOURGING

MIND  TRAINING

SIN  CATCHING

ATTENTION  SEEKING

CHANCE  TAKING

GUILT  ERASING

PUBLIC  SUFFERING

EGO  ENLARGING

DISCIPLINE  IMPOSING

RELIGION  REIMAGINING

LANGUAGE  REINVENTING

RULE  REARRANGING

JUDGMENT  FREEING

ARCHETYPE  EXPLORING

PERSONAL  HISTORY FIXING

NEUROTIC  DISPLAYING

ART-LIFE  MERGING

ANOTHER  MIND TRAINING

PATTERN  BREAKING

ATTENTION  GRABBING

DANGER  SEEKING

THERAPY  PROCESSING

ARCHETYPE  EXPANDING

WEAKNESS  PARADING

SHADOW  EMBRACING

DEATH  PREPARING

MISTAKE  REVEALING

FAULTS  APPLAUDING

MARTYR  IMITATING

REPUTATION  SMEARING

RULE  BREAKING

RELIGION  REIGNITING

PENANCE  IMPOSING

DEATH  COMING

DNA  REORGINIZING

MYTH  BUSTING

JEALOUSY  CREATING

FAME  HOARDING

CONSTANT  OVERREACHING

BEAUTY  WITNESSING

PERSONA  DOUBLING

SPIRITUAL  FORGIVING

FEARLESS  CONTINUING

AUTHENTIC  PLAYING

SHADOW  EMBRACING

TRAUMA  INTEGRATING

DEATH  COMING

HEART  ACHING

HEART  LOVING

HEART

GENTLE SOUNDS AND MOVEMENTS ASSOCIATED WITH 7 CHAKRAS FOR SAUGERTIES LIBRARY

                 GENTLE SOUNDS AND MOVEMENTS ASSOCIATED WITH THE SEVEN           

CHAKRAS  For. SAUGERTIES LIBRARY

 Meets five times once a month. 

Statement: These current times are asking for so many different responses . We need each other and this hour workshop presented once a month will address ways we can together create a safe community via gentle sound making and conscious movement. We will reference the Chakras as a guide.                               

 Linda  Mary Montano is a performance artist who incorporates the teachings of the Chakras in her practice. She received her MFA in Sculpture from the University of Wisconsin, Madison.

LOVE IN THE ER

 LOVE IN THE ER

It had been busy for the last few days: rocking the house playing art hard ball while performing as Bob D at the WEIDEROS IN THE WOODS FESTIVAL; teaching an intense and interactive laugh cry Chakra workshop at Alanna Medlock’s shop; singing deeply along with participants at the VARGA festival in collaboration with my incredible art-husband Paul McMahon; spending art-sister time with Kathy Brew; and attending a two and a half hour zoom for a PhD candidate-to-be!!! HELLO!!! Enough!!!! Go lay down Linda. Take an Epsom salts bath? Find some water to drink or at least sit by the local pond for a half hour? Go and nature bathe someplace? Lay in your lounge chair in the backyard WITHOUT YOUR PHONE???? All of the above? Having not done any of these natural cures soon enough, I began hyperventilating on two different occasions.  Ohhhhh noooo!  CANT BREATHE. CANT WALK, CHEST COMPRESSED!!  Surprised that I made my dire self-prediction public because self-disclosure was not my forte, I succumbed and mentioned to the morning prayer group that I had a medical concern and they prayed a special prayer for me after the Rosary that we see as a kind of bonus desert and miracle call of HELPPPPPP!!!!!  It worked because it gave me the inner good mother juice that it took to make the next medical move so that I could trace the cause of my belief that I was imminently and immediately DYING!
Sure that I wouldn’t succumb on my way to the local Emergent Care, they did the listening to my heart and EKG necessities and then suggested that the EKG looked sketchy and that I “ needed to go to the ER. Do you want an ambulance or will you drive.” Ohhhh no, not good.
Calling, texting, contacting astrally my always wise and helpful Internal Medicine/Pediatrician niece in Alaska, she suggested the ER, because I needed more that Emergent Care could offer!
DANG, get thee to an ER , LINDA. Driving with super power mindfulness and Tibetan Monks cd-ing chants of I hoped healing, I got myself to the HOSPITAL WHERE I WAS BORN almost 84 years ago,  the hospital where Dad died in 2005, the hospital where Mom( rather not say),  and I wondered when I pulled up to a too small parking lot where I had to jockey for a spot, yes,I wondered: LINDA-BORN HERE RIGHT? NOW DIE HERE TODAY? OYYYYYY. All of this was a script running through my grey and addled elderhead.
But the scene was somewhat hopeful……new facility, clean, lots of ambulances hanging around, a pleasant millennial at intake which was easy because AI knows me already….. “ name?  Date of birth?” And AI did the rest!!!! Hmmmmmm.
Still hopeful, I was quickly ushered into one of the  intake rooms where 3 more millennials did things so efficiently, quickly and actually without rancor or without giving clues that they did not want a senior citizen small talk experience, that I was sure that I could live or even die happily in their care and medicalized arms. The menu was: test oxygen, put in port for a med if needed( I didn’t need one), a quick and efficient EKG( my second that day), providing a urine sample, chest x-ray or was it a heart x-ray? Have to check with my Doctor niece to see if that was for: chest? Heart? Was that all? I don’t think they took a blood sample or did they? Hmmmm.
All of that pristine medical ATTENTION actually felt like an approximated healing and after their initial hands on induction into EMERGENCY ROOMLAND, I was led into the WAITING WAITING YES I SAID  WAITING ROOM with many other not so sick or not bleeding or not shot( there were lots of police there in rooms that had curtains and patients with unknown stories). I was in the WAITING ROOM and being initiated into my first ER EXPERIENCE OF WAITING having never been in an ER hospital before except for being born there,at that same hospital more than 80 years ago and I returned there at 7 years old was because I threw up maybe alot on my parents pretty and new wallpaper next to the stairs(I considered that a good hiding place for vomit!!!!) Why? Because I couldn’t tell them that school was scary. So off to THAT SAME HOSPITAL ( then a tiny building) that I was admitted to in 1948 and  after I "got better" I came home, and admitted that I didn’t like school because the kids walked on my coat in the cloakroom.( This is part 1 of a more complicated version.)
Back to my ER initiation of waiting and watching dozens of very athletic and very young medical-millennials literally running from room to room from person to concerned partners asking tons of questions:  the ADVOCATES. All of this seemed choreographed and play-like as in theatrical and staged and as if a movie until hour 3 rolled around and a much too young female doctor came out into the waiting room and conferred with me, asked body questions in front of my new WAITING ROOM FAMILY and at that point I didn’t even care because we were all sick, all going to die, all go down together and what if they overheard me telling the beautiful young doctor IN PUBLIC AND IN EARSHOT that I couldn’t breathe or walk twice in the last 6 days but it only lasted a short time, and what if she interviewed me about this and that and they all heard!  SO WHAT!!!  We are public property in the ER WAITING ROOM and my other “ family members” were equally exposed to their private medical life being made public. Some were given meds, some were given bags of liquids on poles, some took antibiotics publicly and we all knew the names of their meds, some were given blankets because they were sooooooo cold.  We saw it all, knew it all, registered the face of the daughter in her 60s who was embarrassed by her compromised senior mother who was truly happy to be in a public scene away from her TV and so she chatted with ALL of us as if this was a cocktail party but everybody there was sullen or limping or better yet: DYING and not truly interested in her optimism.
At least that was my stance: you are here for the first time. Learn how to wait your turn. They are overwhelmed here and there are more than three officers with guns lurching around and going into different curtained rooms. Linda, stop from being so rude and running up to the front desk asking when Millennial Doctor would return. Stop acting privileged. Learn some ER WAITING LONG MANNERS. And truly stop trying to guess why the 6 year old girl child smashed her thumb, stop judging the 500 pound man in the too small wheelchair with swollen and bandaged legs bigger than your favorite tree in the yard, stop isolating. MAKE AN ER FRIEND my third eye said and then it happened. I found love in the Local ER. I really don’t think she was real. I think she was an alien ANGEL. No one can be that incredibly insightful and wise. No one can crack my shell of judgment and isolation and mistrust that easily and yet she did. At 21, having had an extremely serious medical condition at 10 years old( can’t tell for anonymity reasons) she was here  because we were both concerned about our hearts and yet her MAGICAL stance, her attitude, her projected HOPE THAT LIFE WAS GOOD, her positive conversation and words  about her family and her partner ( in waiting room with her best friend) was a testament to what? Her? Youth? We both thought we were dying and given her description of her pain, and given my paranoia, we both were!!! And yet she was literally doing her now or future meeting with Saint Francis’s LADY DEATH  with such dignity, such miracle making conversation about her study of music in college, such talk of how she met her partner, such wisdom, such heart, such pure sharing that I thanked my stars, thanked my body, thanked age for sending me to the ER TO FIND LOVE.  Believe me I’ve been around the Guru block, finding teachers all over the world and truly this young AI/ ANGEL plant sent by my Guardian Angel , this wisdom carrier knocked on the door of my ailing heart. She knocked so perfectly that when another discharge millennial came toward me a half hour after the miracle child and I found each other with “you can go home now papers,” I honestly did not want to leave the 4 hour ER endurance that ended with my having met LOVE!!!🌸
Linda Mary Montano        9/2025
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A LEGENDARY NIGHT of LEGENDS: 

Including LINBOB SINGS HEALING CHAKRAS.

 

Linda Mary Montano sings seven standards along with Bob Dylan

and the Healing Chakra Dancers, Vardui Sharapkhanyan & Samuel

Vasquez. 

     

Curated by Samuel Vasquez, founder of The LA 

PERFORMANCE ART MUSEUM.
 

To book: Linda Mary Montano 845-399-2502.  

 

Appreciation to Samuel Vasquez & John Bordel,

Curators of LA PERFORMANCE ART MUSEUM.

Site: CATCH ONE, LA.  October 2024.  

Performers: Linda Mary Montano: Concept/Singer

Dancers: Samuel Vasquez & Vardui Sharapkhanyan

MC: Sydney Rogers

Tech: Jamie McMurray

Video: Christopher Wormald              

Video editing: Tobe Carey

 

 

WHO IS THE REAL LINDA MARY MONTANO

 

 

WHO IS THE REAL LINDA MARY MONTANO

I WAS BORN IN KINGSTON NY 1942, BENEDICTINE HOSPITAL, RAISED IN SAUGERTIES. ALL OF US HERE TONIGHT ARE DESCENDENTS OF ANCESTORS WHO HAVE GRACED EACH OF US WITH THEIR STORIES, NARRATIVES AND UNFINISHED ISSUES.] AND OUR INNER JOB IS TO MAKE SENSE OF THEIR UNACCOUNTED FOR , UNHEALED CALLS FOR HELP. I KNOW THAT MY ART IS A CONVERSQTION WITH MY IRISH GRANDFATHERS STORY OF HIS BEING BORN ON THE SHIP COMING FROM COUNTY CORK DURING THE POTATO FAMINE. THERE ARE INVITATIONS TO MY  FOOD ART HERE AND NEEDS TO ADDRESS FREE FLOATING TERROR BECAUSE OF HIS DANGEROUS BIRTH ON A PROBABLY DOCTORLESS SHIP? MY ITALIAN GRANDPARENTS LEFT COMPOBOSSO FOR A BETTER LIFE, BETTER FOOD, MORE MONEY AND ALTHOUGH GRANDPA OPENED MONTANOS SHOE STORE, MY FATHERS GENERATION WAS SCARRED WITH NEW IMMIGRANT HORRORS AND LITERAL BEATINGS FOR NOT FITTING IN. THAT STORY AND PAIN IS IN MY DNA, AND IN MY ART, I ADDRESS AND HEAL MY DAD AND HIS FAMILY PAIN. (PAUSE AS WE VISUALIZE LIGHT AND SAFETY SURROUNDING IMMIGANTS IN THE US) .IT IS NO WONDER THAT WE ARTISTS(THOSE WHO PERFORM ART AS A LIFE CALLING) AND WE LIFEISTS(THOSE WHO LIVE LIFE ARTFULLY) FIND THAT INSPIRATION FOR OUR ART RESEMBLES AND IMITATES THEIR UNFINISHED LIFE KARMAS. FOR EXAMPLE, I OFTEN INCORPORATE FOOD INTO PERFORMANCES AND FOREIGN ACCENTS BECAUSE THEY DIDNT SPEAK ENGLISH. I FIX THEM AS ART. (BELL ; PLEASE CALL OUT THE NAME OF A RELATIVE WHO HAS INSPIRED YOUR LIFE CHOICES.) 

CHAPTER 1: REASON 1 FOR MY WANTING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE? WAS IT BECAUSE DADS PARENTS NEVER SPOKE ENGLISH AND THE INVITATION FOR ME TO BECOME ANOTHER WAS CULTURALLY MYSTERIOUS AND APPROPRIATE AND WAS OFFERED AT BIRTH? MAYBE.

CHAPTER 2: REASON 2 FOR MY WANTING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE. THE CATHOLIC NUNS IN GRADE SCHOOL YEARS 1-8 SUGGESTED OVER AND OVER : BE A SAINT. BE HOLY. AND I TOOK THEIR SUGGESTIONS SERIOUSLY BUT GRAVITATED TOWARD THE SAINTS IN DEEP CHAOS AND TROUBLE. ENDURANCE/DIFFICULTY CAME EASY TO ME AS A RESULT.

CHAPTER 3 REASON 3 FOR MY WANTING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE; LIFEIST LINDA ENTERED A CONVENT FOR 2YEARSS, PRACTICING SAINTHOOD AS LIFE. IT DIDNT WORK AND WHEN I LEFT I FOUND IT EASIER TO BE AN ART SAINT THAN A LIFE SAINT.

CHAPTER 4: REASON 4 FOR MY WANTING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE. ATER THE EXTREMELY TRAGIC DEATH OF MY ONCE HUSBAND, I WAS OUT OF MY BODY AND MIND BUT WITHOUT ACCESS TO PROFESSIONAL HELP AND SAT FOR 2 YEARS IN FRONT OF A VIDEO CAMERA AND MORPHED/BROKE/DISASSOCIATED INTO 7 PERSONAS AS ART BECUASE IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO STAY LIVING AND TO BE ME. I LITERALLY SAVED MY LIFE WITH MY ART.  THE VIDEO BIRTHED THEN IS TITLED: LEARNING TO TALK.  YOUTUBE.

CHAPTER 5: REASON 5 FOR WANTING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE; BEING A CHICKEN WHICH LATER MORPHED INTO AN ANGEL, SERVED ME WELL AS A DEFLECTION FOR MY HUMAN INCARNATION WHICH WAS TOO DIFFICULT TO FIGURE OUT AS LIFE. SO I MADE AN ART OF BEING AN ANIMAL. AN EASY PROJECTION, AN EASY WAY OUT OF TRAUMA.

CHAPTER 6: REAON 6 FOR WANTING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE: WHEN I WAS MORE COMFORTABLE WITH THE DARKNESSES OF MY MANY SHADOWS AND THE SHADOWS OF MY ANCESTORS, I MADE THE VIDEO 7 STAGES OF INTOXICATION AND ALLOWED MYSELF TO BE PERSONALLY AND ESTHETICALLY FRIGHTENED BY THAT LINDA'S JOURNEY INTO ADDICTION AND BIZARRE AND PATHOLOGICALLY DANGEROUS LIFES CHOICES. BUT I WAS ALSO STRONG ENOUGH TO FACE AND REVEAL MY INNER HORRORS, THE UNSPOKEN POSSIBLE BUT FISCTIONAL SECRETS OF FAMILY AND FRIENDS.  SEE 7 STAGES OF INTOXICATION: YOUTUBE. THE 7 PERSONAS IN LEARNING TO TALK WERE FUN, CHEERY AND ADORABLE.  THESE 7 WERE FODDER FOR A STEVEN KING NOVEL, BUT NOT QUITE.

CHAPTER 7: REASON 7 FOR WANTING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE: I HAVE 2 CHILDHOOD MEMORIES OF WANTING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE WHEN I REALIZED THAT I WOULD HAVE MORE PRIVLIDGES IF I WERE  A MAN. IT HAPPENED ONCE IN THE KITCHEN AND I HEARD INSIDE, MEN HAVE IT BETTER. I WAS PROBABLY WHEN I WAS 13. 1955. AND THE SECOND TIME I FELT LEFT OUT THEOLOGICALLY WAS WHEN THE NUN SAID THERE ARE 3 PERSONS IN ONE GOD: THE FATHER, SONAND THE HOLY SPIRIT. I REMEMBER SENSING: WHERE ARE THE WOMEN GODS? AND I FEEL AT THAT TIME THE CHICKEN WOMAN WAS BORN BECAUSE THE HOLY SPIRIT MIGHT HAVE BEEN A FEMALE DOVE? NOW IVE STRAIGHTEND ALL OF THAT OUT BUT AT THAT TIME IT BECAME FODDER FOR MY ART.

CHAPTER 8: REASON 8 FOR WANTING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE; DURING GRADUATE SCHOOL IN THE LATE 60'S THE CLIMATE OF BIG ART WAS SO OVERWHELMING THAT IFOUND MYSELFIN THE UW AG BUILDINGS, COMMISERATING WITH CHICKENS. THEY BECAME MY ART LANGUAGE AND I BECAME A FAUX CHICKEN OFTEN RESEMBLING A CATHOLIC SAINT LYING IN STATE IN A COFFIN.

CHAPTER 9: REASON 9 FOR WANTING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE:  YES MEN HAVE PRIVILEDGES AND ALTHOUGH I FELT CALLED TO BE MALE, I DIDNT CHOOSE THE RADICAL SEX CHANGE TRANSGENDER PATH WITH MULTIPLE SURGERIES AND MEDICATIONS BUT BECAUSE BOTH MY BROTHERS ARE DOUBLES FOR BOB DYLAN AND SOME NEPHEWS ARE AS WELL, I FELT I COULD STEP INTO AN ANIMUS-ANIMA EQUILIZATION WHICH ALLOWED ME TO DUPLICATE THE JOY OF BEING BOBBIE D. I STILL HAVE A DESIRE TO PERFORM AS BOB AND AM LOOKING INTO THE POSSIBILITY OF APPEARING WITH JIMMY FALLON ON HIS SHOW. BTW JIMMY WAS BORN AND RAISED IN SAUGERTIES. SEE YOUTUBE

CHAPTER 10: REASON 10 FOR WANTING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE: I BEGAN ASKING BIG QUESTIONS. WHAT IS LOVE WAS ONE OF THEM AND I INTUITED THAT I WANTED TO LEARN MORE ABOUT LOVE. TIME IN WOODSTOCK AT PAUL McMAHONS MOTHERSHIP BECAME MY TESTING GROUND FOR BOTH OF MY INTERESTS: BEING SOMEONE ELSE AND LEARING TO LOVE.  I LOVED HOW PAUL,WHO IS  MISTER TRUE HEART WOODSTOCK SAGE AND ORIGINAL ARTIST LOVES AND SAID, I KNOW HOW TO BE BOBBIE D, LET ME NOW BE PAUL McMAHON . IT WORKED . FOR YEARS I WAS HIS DOPPLEGANGER THEN COLLABORATOR AND WE CONTINUE THIS LOVE FEST WHENEVER WE GET THE INNER MESSAGE TO BE ONE LOVE. SEE YOUTUBE

CHAPTER 11;REASON 11 FOR WANTING TO BE  SOMEONE ELSE: YES ITS TRUE, I WAS  A FEMALE: LINDA RONSTADT IN SANTA FE, SINGING HER SONGS FROM A 40 FOOT LIFT FOR 3 HOURS BUT THE OTHER WOMAN I BECAME IS MOTHER THERESA. THE REASON WAS SO SIMPLE: LIVING WITH A NEUROLOGIC DISORDER IN MY NECK AND NOTICING HOW AGE AND TIME CHANGED MY FACE AND POSTURE, I HAD THE DOWNLOAD ONE DAY: LINDA YOU LOOK JUST LIKE MOTHER TERESA: BENT OVER AND WRINKLED. MY ART IS ABOUT RESPPONDING TO MY LIFE  AND I QUICKLY KNEW I HAD TO BECOME HER DOUBLE, AT LEAST IN LOOKS. SO FOR MANY YEARS I HAVE APPEARED AS HER, FAUX BLESSING BUT REALY BLESSING CROWDS OF PEOPLE AND THANKING MY ART SELF  FOR USING MY LIFE ISSUE OF AGING AS FUEL AND FOOD FOR MY ART. WE ARTISTS HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE LEMONADE WITH LEMONS AS WE USE OUR FOIBLES, FEARS AND TERRORS AS MATTER AND MATERIAL FOR OUR CREATIONS.

CHAPTER 12: REASON 12 FOR WANTING TO BE SOMEONE ELSE: IM AGING FAST. MY ART IS ABOUT THAT AND FOR YEARS I HAVE LAID IN COFFINS REHEARSING DEATH. AND I INTUIT THAT THE FINAL STRIPPING, FINAL PERSONA , FINAL PERFORMANCE  WILL AN ENDGAME DANCE WITH LADY DEATH. I ASK HER TO SWING MEHIGH, SWING ME LOW , SWING ME HARD. THIS CHICK IS READY.  LOVE AND THANKS TO MY TEACHERS .

                                      CHINMAYANANDA. LINDA MARY MONTANO 2025 MARCH

LINDA MARY MONTANO: MY ART 2025 MARCH

 

LINDA MARY MONTANO:   MY ART   2025  MARCH

ART AS ANCESTRAL HEALING

ART AS A REGULATION OF THE NERVOUS SYSTEM

ART AS A SAFETY SHIELD FROM EVERYDAY LIFE PROBLEMS

ART AS A PAIN AND TRAUMA ACHELMIZER

ART AS A RELEASE OF HIDDEN INNER DEMONS

ART AS A RELEASE OF SHY FABULOUSNESS

ART AS A CLEANSER OF GENERATIONAL TOXIC SECRETS

ART AS A PREPARER FOR DEATH

ART AS A SAFE WAY TO EXPRESS MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES

ART AS A WAY TO SUFFER PUBLICALLY 

ART AS A WOUND EXPOSER

ART AS A HIGHWAY TO SOUL INTOXICATION

ART AS A NERVOUS SYSTEM REBOOTER

ART AS A FEARFUL AND VIOLENT INNER CHILD SUPPORTER

ART AS A NUMINOUS REFRAMER

ART AS A PERSONAL TASK MASTER

ART AS AN INNER COMPASSION TEACHER

ART AS A KARMA BUSTER

ART AS A FREE RENTAL FOR SLOPPY SELF REVELATIONS

ART AS A SAFETY NET FOR UNHEALED WOUNDS

ART AS A CHURCH FOR CHILDLIKE,  SECRET AND PERSONAL PRAYER

ART AS A SAFE HOME FOR THE DISCONNECTED

ART AS A SACRED SOUL GARDEN

ART AS A CURE FOR LONELINESS

 ART AS A CREATIVE, TRIBAL  BELONGING

ART AS A REPAIRER OF DISSASOCIATED TRAUMA

ART AS A HEALER OF  DISREGULATED NERVOUS SYSTEMS

ART AS A PRIESTLESS CONFESSIONAL CONTAINER

ART AS A WAY TO REHEARSE THE INEVITABILITY OF DEATH

ART AS A FEAR CATCHER  AND FEAR GIVER.                                           

 ART AS EMPATHY AND COMPASSION INSTRUCTOR.                                        

 ART AS PLEASURE ALLOWER.          

 ART AS GUILT ERASER.                       

 ART AS SELF DESIGNED CULT.          

 ART AS PATH TO ENDURE THE UNENDURABLE.                                      

ART AS A TERROR BEFRIENDER.       

ART AS AN EGO INFLATER AND DESTROYER.                                           

 ART AS A LICENSE TO BECOME ANYONE, ANYTHING, ANY ANIMAL.   

 ART AS A MOOD PARADER

ART AS SELF DESIGNED FREE THERAPY

ART AS A TAMER OF THE FIRES OF FEAR, GUILT AND SHAME 

ART AS AN APPLAUDER OF ANCESTRAL BRAVERY 

ART AS A COMPENSATION FOR UNHEALED NEUROSES                         

ART AS A REPRESSION LIFTER

ART AS AN EGO BUILDER

ART AS A REVEALER OF THE WOUNDED SELF

ART AS FIERCE SELF DISCIPLINE

ART AS FREE MEDICINE

ART AS CHEAP THERAPY

ART AS SHAMANIC ALCHEMY

ART AS A WAY TO PUBLICALLY SUFFER AND BE APPLAUDED

ART AS A LIFE GIVER FOR HAVING GIVEN THE UNEXPLAINABLE

ART AS A MASK MAKER AND REMOVER

ART AS A SHAME RELEASER

ART AS A WAY TO NOT MAKE MONEY

ART AS AN EGO BUILDER AND EGO DISSOLVER

ART AS ADULT PLAY

ART AS PUBLIC GRIEF

ART AS A PATH OF NOT KNOWING AND NOT DOING

ART AS A WAY TO GRAND AND LESSER SELF ENTITLEMENT

ART AS A SIN CATCHER AND REMOVER

ART AS A MONEY DRAINER

ART AS A NEUROSES AND PSYCHOSES  REVEALER AND HEALER

ART AS AN OPPORTUNITY TO DIE TO THE FALSE SELF

ART AS THE MOTHER OF TRUTH

ART AS A LIE

ART AS ONE LOVE 

ART IS LOVE

ART IS LIFE

THE ART OF PREPARING FOR DEATH .  DEATH: ART

CHINMAYANANDA: LINDA MARY MONTANO 2025