Valx The Artist

Mother earth, with infinite wisdom, reminds us of her beauty within the artforms created by my head, heart and hands. With all eyes open and cups flowing over, earth forces bolt as lightning around my chakras.

With the nature spirits observance and sly participation, Earth's baubles are transmigrated into unworldly sculptures, pictures and other personal items charged with positive chi.

As a devoted shepherd of nature, I am willing to share my artforms and secrets with those who can love and appreciate the treasures of our Great Mother......

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Biography of Valx

As a pinpoint of light in a cosmic string,, my journey to planet earth began much like yours. We took the earth exit from the celestial highway in the stars. We chose to experience a dimension of sensation.

So there was I, with many a path before me. Like a riddle, instructions were there to absorb. A great wheel hung from the moon that was divided by twelve. Within each section was a window to the secrets of character, talent and destination. Much time was taken to study this wheel by my light, as multitudes of other souls flashed on by towards earth.

So there was I, with many a path before me. A magnificent floor of gold was there. In the gold was scribed the Laws of The Cosmos, which had been previously imbedded in my oversoul. Much time was taken to review the laws by my light. Surely, there had to be millions of other lights that did not stop for instruction, so zip towards earth went they.

So there was I, with many a path before me. The chosen path led to a very very large binder. The pages seemed to be held together by huge rings like those of Saturn. Many a pages were turned for me by an unknown force. And permeated into my oversoul was knowledge on the earth planes of forces, fluid's and solids, consciousness and gender, anatomy and sex. Chaos betook my senses, for in the light, thousands of years I had been. In the spirit there is no sex, no gender. Still, flash, zip went swamis of light in the direction of the earth dimensions.

So there was I, with one path before me. Guided was my light by four spirits who locked me into a celestial sallyport. Other guides with shape and color tested my knowledge. On an ascension level was my light hidden for hundreds of years, as other souls were rebirth quickly and fell to the orb planet below, like a drop of rain from a cloud.

So there was I, with Mother Earth below me. Surrounded by a rainbow a spectrum of color she was. How grand. How special this paradise seemed from a distance afar. I will always cherish this moment, when The Great Mother entered my vision. And when it was my time to fall from the stars, an event occurred over the horizon and from the ort cloud a vehicle approached and swept my light into it.

So there was I and I and I in this vehicle soaring toward the earth. Even a soul spirit of light can burn and be distorted entering the dimensional atmospheric electromagnetic earth. I, I and I had been protected from such a fate, much like you, you and you had been. Yet, like sliced by a laserbeam into seven lights into three selves was my light. The seven lights were to absorb energies from the planets. This life force was to become light food for organs in my mortal body. The consciousness was divided into three. Three lights for the lower self, three lights for the middle self, and one light for the high self that was to retain memory of my time wandering the universe.

So there was I in an aura, moments before birth. When certain family, cultural, gender, and other selections were set before me. Indecision was swift causing me to stumble awkwardly off the vehicle to the most highest place called Akron, Ohio, North American, United States. And after months bouncing around in a egg, my solid form was pulled out through a hole and quickly did I learn of man's inhumanity to man. Damn mortal held me by my feet. Yes, upside down was little me. Mortal slapped me on my behind side. Why, I, I and I felt like slapping him right back. My goodness, what nerve.

April 14 2007

So there was I in a soft blanket in my mother's arms. I searched into the deep blue eyes above me for Mother earth, but Mother Earth was not there. How many years had little me cried, until father left us, or until mommy was discovered early one morning in a vehicle in the garage. She could not hold me anymore as she returned to spirit. By a garden hose connected to a pipe at one end, at the other end into the inside of the vehicle. She gave away her life, and my destiny was defined.

So where was I moments before and after man made one small step, or was that one giant leap for mankind. Just so happened that same day a party was given for my birth NASA chose the last day of the moon sign to land. On my birthday. How proud was I to feel. What symbolism, what metaphors. The Eagle Has Landed. No! When schooling arrived once more I took up my brush in rebellion.

No one could hear my heart scream, but yes, a piece of art they could see. And within this drawing a message was sent in protest to the establishment. And I was censored! The 30' by 20" creation was a postage stamp with a character of President Johnson, nose enlarge, etc. -2 cent its worth. Highschool staff yanked it from the display on talent night, when parents came to the school. You and maybe not you, must remember how Johnson sent thousands of young men to their death. I am forever sorrowed with a million tears for the life lost on both sides.

Like my father ran away from me when I was just but two, I ran away from him at 15. With my thumb over the solid white line, I traveled the USA. From car to car to car, from bar to bar to bar. It was odd to me in those days, why almost every car had to stop at a bar...

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Born with horse hairs in my mouth. I Valx ("Va-Lex") product of the Price/Gibson family, struggled to survive in a shattered world after the suicidal death of my mother. Schooled in many ways of art, I became an artist of all forms early in my life. Teachers would say things like "don't stray from the path grasshopper. Oneday you shall be a well known artist." Or "don't eat paint my child."

At the young age of 15 I ran away from home with flowers in my hair. In a tie-dyed skirt I toured the USA with my thumb out over the white line. Being of the mature mind, I took off my rose tinted glasses to learn how cruel the world was. In fishnet stockings and a fluffy cocktail waitress uniform my living was earned by serving drinks to men. Those men who could not respect my body and who continued to pinch my ass. So without an easel I took to the art of poetry, and continued to express my rebellion in ink.

Later, in life I was to meet Candy and Andy who after seeing a pencil drawing of mine, encouraged me to pick up the brush again. I didn't know Andy Warhol but for a few weeks and he had alittle influence on my artist style. Again I was motivated, and again I found myself on the road traveling from state to state with my white cougar. To earn a living selling my artworks on canvas was very difficult, so learned soon that my art in the form of words and/or pictures on the side of buildings and barns, made little I very popular and in demand throughout the Midwest.

Being exhausted of climbing the ladder, I returned to California where different pursuits and adventures left me with interior and exterior house painting skills, carpentry and brick laying skills. Being a shepherd of nature my thumb turned green. I was schooled in photography and in alchemy and mastered the art of electroplating. Then caged by the PC, ten years were practically wasted as a computer graphic artist and computer programmer.

Yet with knife and Dremel in hand, wooden sculptures took form, and to this day has become a forte of Valx....

SEPTEMBER 1st 2007

The tools used to create the art of Mother Nature have indeed been blessed by the spirits of earth and those above. At times I am totally amazed by what appears before me, on the work table or pc screen. Pictures appear in my mind, in my 3rd eye, many would say. Many years ago I described this beautiful image in my mind. Well, actually it was bouncing around inside my heart searching for a way out. When the image as light escaped and I tried to explain what I saw to a group of six friends, they all broke out in tears, as did I. That image is now apart of the Valx Art Library. More art that I've created has been posted to this web page, and continually you'll see new Valx art. A lifetime of work, thought and refined skillsets manifest and shall appear in many forms.

ART TO THE PEOPLE! Don't be surprised to see Valx art all around you over the next few years. Sorry girls, I don't have plans to produce a perfume yet, but in the near future I'd like to create a line of handbags. Like a mojo bag. Or an artform that becomes a pretty purse.

Without ignoring how cruel the world is and how brutal mankind is to mankind and animal and earth, we have to believe in an pretty age of Aquarius, Xanadu, magic, love, peace and goodwill for all. If we don't or can't balance the negative forces super charged by evil of this world, if harmony is not achieved, then earth shall topple onto her side. The blanket of ocean will then readjust and many inhabitants of this planet will perish. Now that's a reason to keep your chin up. Make those around you smile. Better yet, let's make each other laugh. There simply isn't enough laughter anymore, it seems. But what do I know, I haven't watched television in three years. You see? Do you? How many memory chips can we plug into our mother board, the mother board of the brain? Well, I decided not to partake in television and surfing the net so my creativity isn't stifled or otherwise influenced by other images seem on the tube. In the mornings I listen to NPR out of Santa Cruz or San Francisco/Sac, depending on witch way the frequency flow. Later I tune into Kfox or Kfog as I work. When I party and dance it's 91.5 and old school!

I won't sell you the blouse off my back or the skirt off my _ _ _, but how about a framed Valx print off the wall of my studio. This picture I title " Zanadu." $500 bucks and it's yours! Really! If you live around here you could pick it up, but sorry, my mom doesn't want strangers coming to the door or crowds of people in the front yard.. I'll ship it to you free from the Los Gatos, CA Postal Annex.

Ask about it by leaving a comment.

Thanx

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January 5th 2008

Follow Your Dream by Valx

The moist air we breathe is as sweet as honeysuckle. We tease the treetops gracefully. In the shadows of palms and ferns is a carpet of insects to pave Mother Earth. The loin, the bull, and the lamb, herd crabs entertained by Pan. The abundance of life in join the union. The lion does not eat the lamb and the bull does not squish the fish.

We soar above the hills and over the water bearer who pours wine into the streams. The scales of balance and moderation tip towards the moon. The stars shines on backs of scorpions from beyond the horizon. The clouds tickle our skin as we go in and out, under and over them. The Ram opens the gate to salvation. In the mist ahead we see our destination.

There in the mountain beneath the halo of the sun lies a cavern. We see the florescent light emanate from it like a beacon and a welcome. The gap so wide from wing tip to wing tip we glide through the crack like going forward in time. Inside the massive cave below us all critters wave. From our claws fall our gifts down on them. Like snowflakes from Venus, like milk and sugar pops, together we journey inside between soda raindrops.

Like mice on the perimeter we fly along the walls of the chamber. Under stalagmites hang diamond like orbs., who cheer us on to where more glitter glows. All gems in our universe imbedded in stone light our way. Our eyes hardly believe the sight around us. We see homes and boutiques, taverns and theater dug into the walls of this grotto. Staircases of gold and pathways of silver join the places of rest and refreshment like we're in a shopping mall. A farmer's market of vegetables sprout like magic from the hard granite walls.

Neon lights and symbols directs us one way or another. As we fly others walk, yet we all stand at the concert. Music of the spheres sway notes passed our ears. A drum and a violin prance to the beat. A harp and a bag pipe play in harmony. An electric sitar powered by the frictions of love performs a duet with the oboe. Cute mimes with chimes squeeze out quavers of lime dissolving all crime for all time.

We marvel at trinkets and baubles displayed by boutiques. There are garments of warmth and headwear for fashion., leather mittens for hands and wooden slippers for feet. We look but can't see, we search but can't find, so assistance we need. With offers to pay with the tears on our cheeks. There were carpets to ride, magic wands of all things. What, no silk no satin no cape for our wings?

A fluttered we fly off with a thirst to a tavern. The marquee begs us in as we soar about the cavern. Our wings do the tango as we dance for romance. Twisting up magic in a tornado like trance. Posing so dearly but not taking a stance. Like a bat in the darkness , or as an owl after prey . Hey, another one bartended in unison we say. Make it a double and make the rhyme go away. The dance floor crowded with games of delight. The band plays on as we fly off into the night.

To dine inside a mountain is like an apex of strife. Take a slice of life with an electric knife. The red carpet extends out of the rocks from a place of buffet, with food that's alive that's the special today. Greeted by a butler an android on cable, we expected to be seated at a dining table. Inside this cafe we felt like the fool, led not to a table we sat down in a pool. Like in an aquarium with bubbles around us up to our breast, we aren't the meal, we are the quest. Our last supper swan around us begging us to eat. Suckers attach themselves to the bottoms of our feet.

Is this a dream or a nightmare we humbly yell, as the whirlpool tries to flush us right down into hell. What began in wondrous marvel has turned into grief. Consumed by the lobster and gobbled up like beef. Tossed from the ocean and onto the reef. .

It was an astral projection whenever you fly when your sleep. To the mountain, to the cavern beyond the headlight beam. Can you survive and swim up the slippery stream. Can you inhale thoughtforms hotter than steam. With inaction we void out and melt into cream. Together we are champions, when we follow our dream....

"Hopefully you enjoyed the two bits of inspiration painted with metaphors. A dream can manifest itself on this physical plane. Remember that idea. And know this, minus the metphors, the astral plane described, I truly visited in a dream. Maybe you have been there? " I ask.

"Not yet and thank you." You say.
"No, thank you." I say.
"No need to thank me," You answer.
"Don't be silly now," I say.
"Stop it." You insist.
"For crying out loud!" Someone else yells.
"Who's that? We ask.
"Would you just get on with it." Someone else demands.
"With what?" You ask.
"With this." I do say.


I like to ride on the backs of trout.	And communicate with ETs.

What fun it is to play hide and seek in the garden.

And be tied down by little me's.

Untill spring.... Stay warm, Valx