sailing

i stepped out
into a warm and windy
foggy moon-lit night
i took the oil lamp
heading into the west wind
to sit at anchor
in the woods

perhaps

perhaps it is normal
to be reversing the order of
the first and third verse-
or paragraphs
towards the easiest flow from
one idea to the next
on the airwaves
of imagination
the steps of logic
behind
blind
leaps of
intuition

painting
a number of canvases
simultaneously
in different directions
allows one to explore
the "what ifs?"
with-in
an expanding
context

painting
exploring
gravity and
viscosity
transparency
weaving a space
through intuition
explored
in the space
of curiosity-
the energy
of particle
consciousness
moving toward
complexity or
reversing
into
simplicity
we explore
the limits of
our potential
expanding and
collapsing
cycles
are real
where-as
years
measure
in only one
direction
from wherever
you
happen to be.

degrees

If time fails on it's subjectivity
if painting is out-side time
forever simultaneous,
simultaneous views
from different perspectives.
then how could art be otherwise?

of futility of moral cerainty in this age of denial