Lynnclaire St. Denis

Defining Flow

Flow defines the sequence of frequencies
that weave the tapestry of life, its Music the Source,
the Love, that connects everything.

Your starstuff and mine share a cosmic genesis—we are the remnants of a celestial reboot that birthed our very essence.

Since January 15, 1987, art has been my conduit for connecting the scattered 'thought dots,' memories that well up from deep within. The challenge is orchestrating these fragments, allowing the music to guide them as they make their way from the depths of my heart to the chambers of my brain. Here, only when they’ve assembled into a spatial dimension, do I are let them onto a canvas in a way that feels whole and harmonious.

For the longest time, self-judgment dogged my every step until the day a voice shattered the illusion of my inadequacy, proclaiming, “No gold star. The sky is blue, not purple.”

In that instant, a revelation struck me like a bolt of lightning—those voices weren't truly mine; at least, not the ones I was listening to. The words of a kindergarten teacher, written on a drawing my mother held for decades, planted a seed that grew into the belief that I wasn't good enough.

Art holds the power to elevate me beyond the artificial boundaries and false walls I construct in my head. It lets me transcend the limitations so often imposed by language, allowing me to rise above the haunting memories of pain. With every stroke of the brush, I endeavour to capture the remnants of dreamscapes. Every drop of paint expresses a memory, physical, emotional, cognitive, intuitive, and spiritual braille. Only when a painting is finished does the picture on the box appear.

Every fingerprint and brushstroke are notes in a grand symphony—the Music that resonates and connects every cell of my being, the Melody and Harmony intricately weaving the glorious tapestry of sound, light, the spatial-temporal nexus, all matter and life. The soul of each mark holds a memory of my four dances with the arcing angles of death, experiences that long ago replaced fear with the joy of a lifetime, and the freedom to live my Purpose on purpose.

To be a catalyst for change, for Love. To bring forth, hold, and honour remembrance, to bring to conscious awareness the realms, realities, and remnants in order that the Spirit may remember the Dance.

Paris, France, January 14 -20, 2020

My last pre-Covid-19 adventure was a trip to Paris, France, where my friend Lila and I spent every day walking miles because of a transportation strike. More than likely, the long hours spent outdoors kept us safe from Covid-19, which we only later understood was already winding its way through the City of Light. Evenings were spent soaking sore feet, reading, watching movies and enjoying long sleeps, all in anticipation of morning coffee and croissants! Two intentions fuelled this journey, the first being a long overdue visit to the Cathedral St. Denis, a site linked to my family. The second was to celebrate the 33rd anniversary of my first NDE, attending the Da Vinci Exhibit at Louvre. A ‘re-birthday’ gift that led to an important decision: to remember and honour my paternal grandfather, Clair, who died long before I was born and to join my brother Case and his wife Laurie, using our family name, St. Denis, to sign my art.