Beauty

 I met a flower the other day that asked me if I knew how beautiful I was. I said me, beautiful? It's you, flower, you're the beautiful one. I mean, you really caught my eye. Caught your eye, said the flower. I don't even have an eye but I know how beautiful you are. Every time you exhale my whole body absorbs your breath and I am reminded of your beauty. It is the relationship we have that defines your beauty. Beauty is something you offer to another it is a gift, a moment of awe. The cycle of life that humans and plants share is awesome. It is not a visual thing but is still beautiful. So flowers think you are beautiful! Embrace it and breath out.

More thought on the soul

Like a landfill, the un-locatable element I call my soul is filled with layer upon layer of life expressed debris. In this image I depict two malformed demons, who live in my soul and spend their time stomping down all that collects in my soul. So now you're saying to me, "I did not realize anything gathered in the soul". My response is, "look I just make this stuff up, that's why my soul is so cluttered". For me, my soul is a huge space and it fills constantly with fragments of thought, dream, vision, whimsy, passion, desire, loathing, rage, joy, wonder, shall I go on? My soul is a dump for everything my mind exhales. This is just me, it does not need to be this way for you. Thanks for reading.

Title of Piece: "Tamping Down the Layers of My Soul" 2021 

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State of Discovery

 I don't expect everyone to understand what I create

I truly do not understand it myself

If I had understanding of what I was doing I would probably stop

My creating is an exploration

a constant state of discovering

When you spend time with a project

adding layers, colors and line

you are developing a relationship with its presence as it evolves

So when you are done and you set it down

it will continue to speak to you

and most of what it says is about you

or I mean me

Below are bullet points of a few random thoughts this piece speaks

-why the space

-what are you leaving out, who?

-you are not alone

-It will all break apart

-walk around

-decay

-blue was a good choice

-hold together

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Dimensional Rift or Cracks in the Wall

Have you ever looked at a crack in the wall

and wondered if a life form from another dimension was pushing on the wall causing it to crack?

Okay, then you are probably more stable than me.

That is where this sculpture comes from; that kind of imagining.

Something I made up while looking at the sculpture:

The Crack

Shh, I just heard a tick, or more like a teenk

It just came from that crack, I mean that's what I think

do you hear a humming, or is that in my head

perhaps it's a buzzing that I am hearing instead

Is the crack getting bigger

was it always that long

I am going to stand behind you

and I need you to tell me I am wrong

Now I hear talking or maybe it's singing

Yes the buzzing has stopped, but now it's a ringing

This crack is distracting

I have given it too much control

I am putting it out of my mind

Wait, could it become a hole?

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I Will Meet You There

" I Will Meet You There"

The title of this piece is probably more of a dare than an invitation. I mean, where is "There"?

There, among lines frantically scratched

There, about the strange forms not clear at all

There, washed in colors keeping the secrets

There, where there is no easy place to sit down

There, I am asking you to find your way around

There is no real promise that I will actually show up

I am as afraid as you are to go there

So let's find another location!

This Image started as a mistake. It was one of those moments when a pen stroke went the wrong way and messed up what I was trying to do and in my frustration I just started scribbling and this was the result. 

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with out form

I will let go of my form one day

what will I be then?

energy just bouncing around in the dust

a breeze blowing across damp metal creating rust

maybe a shimmer flashing in the hood of a car

or the haze in the distance blurring a rising star

two reeds sticking out of a pond one is wiggling back and forth

I'd be doing that. 

The gate in the backyard, catches the wind, bangs the post

you know where I'm at.

let's say my form is gone

I will find ways to carry on

tiny little motions

or really big bangs

just when you think its over

something somewhere starts again.

Not sure that works?

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My Mind Nebula

"My Mind Nebula" is a colorful cloud that swirls around in my head. In my mind's self-fabricated reality there are actually many different nebula clouds. They are where I retreated when the teachers back in school said I was day dreaming. I fill these clouds with dream, in a form of language that only the soul can read. 

    We are beings of the outer world; we live by our senses. We measure, categorize, predict and plan everything out. We are driven by knowledge. We are now coming into a time where finding a balance between knowing and feeling will be the only way to thrive and survive.

    The reality is the inner world is as big as the outer. In fact the inner world may be larger than the universe itself. Then again, it may be the same place altogether. Whose mind nebula do you imagine you are living in? 

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