really. vision isn’t steady, like a camera on a tripod…
while you’re looking your eyeballs are pulsing, blood is coursing through your body, your head bobs, your heart pumps, your lungs expand and fill up, gravity is asserting itself- subtly collapsing your entire frame down.
vision isn’t steady.
vision is a nervous wreck.
vision is a fight or flight response.
vision is suppositions, filling-in-the-blanks
oceanic gaps and
these days, I don’t have a lot of words, only wonder
Icarus did not fly in vain
one of the best legacies you can leave your offspring is the notion that happiness is found by finding your true calling then pursuing it with every breath
courage or cowardice?
In a time of visual hit-and-runs, make the image a climax, a revelation. Let em work for it
Navels. I’m facinated by navels. everyone has one. a reminder that if someone had not been selfless at some point, we would not have made it here. to become monsters or angels, or whatever’s in between.
Here’s a fact: you will never stare at another human being as much as you will stare at your own baby- not your greatest lover, not your spouse, not your best friend.
Experience is two-edged; it can either open you up or cocoon you into a seeming reality. Mostly it’s the latter. So beware.
Somewhere there’s a quote by Rilke: “I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone…”
that would characterize me in my personal life, and socially. at work, it keeps me frustrated. time and again, ( perhaps grossly misplaced) I look for bosses who are sages, who are true teachers and leaders. instead I find men who are simply trying to hold on to their jobs: defensive and afraid, narrow-minded, petty or manipulative. Instead of nurturing, bold, visionary, creative or inspiring. this is ” reality “. everyone’s gotta keep paying the bills, right? it is, after all “work”, not an ashram. there are no giants out there.
just ants building anthills
An earthworm experiences its world internally through its mouth, and through its entire skin, externally. To it, the world is solid. Exposed to air, to “nothing”, it is completely perplexed
the danger of complacency- the security of repeating yourself
bone-dog living on the fringes of towns
familiar just enough with the streets and alleys
startles at the squirm of curtains
loving someone is like driving- you’re only ever sure of how you’re driving on your side of the road, not how the other person(s) will drive on theirs. you love anyway- until you don’t
Everything is a Path, individually tailored.
What matters is the lesson they’re teaching you.
Love your path for that reason. Don’t fall in love with it.
Every class struggle began as a personal struggle.
Every public paradigm shift began privately…and if truly meaningful,
continues and evolves privately.
It’s easy enough and quite convenient
to join the latest Cause Du Jour.
Know your values.
A boulder in the middle of surging rivers.
I started a painting.
Every time I pick up a brush I am a beginner again.
My one regret: forgetting to clean my brushes afterwards.
” I am writing this in my old age. I used to call myself Hokusai, but today I sign my self ‘The Old Man Mad About Drawing.”
first the phone cracked
then the pc crashed
then work transferred me
and I had to re-adjust.
and an amazing thing is growing. there-
not interested in control,
nor sad and tired powerplaygenderpoliticking;
i’m interested in generosity, courage, Lorca’s “duende” –
i want to draw on the sidelines and simultaneously shout
i want to make bad paintings.
i SHOULD, I ALLOW myself to make lots of bad paintings and drawings.
the problem honestly is i’m afraid of making bad art . it paralyzes.
i need to make a lot of mistakes. it’s ok. perfection is ignorance, immaturity. mistakes are lessons. bridges beyond,
from mistakes- they make you AWARE, they humble…perfection is complacency. smugness.
make lots of mistakes, make lots of crappy art. it’s ok. in the end , it’s all about necessity.
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