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.

We are starstuff—you and I—born from the same cosmic breath, remnants of a celestial symphony that continues to whisper ancient stories through our very existence.

Since January 15, 1987, art has been my sanctuary, my language for weaving together the scattered fragments of memory and emotion. Imagine thoughts as delicate, wandering notes, traveling from the deepest chambers of my heart through the intricate pathways of consciousness, seeking harmony. For years, a shadow of self-doubt followed me, echoing the words of a long-ago kindergarten teacher whose critique was etched onto a childhood drawing—a memory my mother carefully preserved. "No gold star," they said. "The sky is blue, not purple." Those words planted seeds of inadequacy that grew silently, until one transformative moment shattered their power. In an instant, I realized these voices were not my own. They were external limitations, artificial boundaries others constructed to constrain creativity and spirit.

Art became my liberation. Each brushstroke is an act of rebellion, a defiance against the walls we build in our minds. My canvas is a landscape of healing, where memories dance—physical, emotional, cognitive, intuitive, spiritual. Like braille for the soul, every drop of paint tells a story waiting to be understood.

My journey has been marked by four profound encounters with mortality—experiences that transformed fear into a celebration of life's extraordinary gift and left me with a deep sense of Purpose. These moments taught me that we are not defined by our wounds, but by our capacity to transform them into beauty. I create to be a catalyst—for change, for Love. To bring forth forgotten memories, to illuminate the unseen realms that exist between what is known and what is felt. Each painting is an invitation: to remember, to feel, to reconnect with the grand, intricate dance of existence. My art is a symphony—every fingerprint, every brushstroke a note in an endless melody that connects every cell, every atom of being. It weaves together sound, light, space, and time into a magnificent tapestry of remembrance.

This is our story, an invitation to you—to see, to feel, to remember.

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.

A Parisian Pilgrimage: Memory, Meaning, and Serendipity

Paris in those final moments before the world changed—a city suspended between what was and what was about to be. For a week, my dear friend Lila and I, unknowingly danced at the edge of a global transformation, navigating streets lined with history while a silent traveler—Covid-19—wove its way through the City of Light. We walked. And walked. And walked some more. A transportation strike became our unexpected blessing, compelling us to traverse Paris on foot, our steps possibly saving us from the virus that would soon reshape everything. Each mile was an unintended protection, each step a meditation on movement and resilience.

Our evenings were sanctuaries of simple pleasures: soaking weary feet, losing ourselves in books and films, surrendering to long, healing sleeps. Always with the sweet promise of morning—fresh croissants, rich coffee, the gentle awakening of a Parisian dawn.

This journey was more than a vacation. It was a pilgrimage of personal significance. My first intention was to visit the Cathedral of St. Denis—not just a historical landmark, but a thread connecting me to my family's intricate tapestry. The second, a profound 're-birthday' celebration: marking 33 years since my Near Death Experience (NDE) by immersing myself in the Da Vinci exhibit at the Louvre. In those sacred spaces of art and memory, something profound crystallized, and led to a decision that felt like coming home—to honor my paternal grandfather Clair, a man I never knew but who lived in my name and the whispers of my family's story. Joining hearts with my brother Case and his wife Laurie, I decided to reclaim our family name, St. Denis, using it to sign my artistic journey.

Paris was more than a trip. It was a homecoming—to place, to family, to self.

Every journey tells a story. This was mine. At its essence, it's also yours.

(C) 2024 Lynnclaire St Denis.
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