...if you're referring to the painting which you sent asking 'where did it take you?' it felt stopped and closed in as opposed to the other one which was swift and sure motion. reproductions of paintings, especially on the internet, are so different from standing looking at a painting. a different animal really. hmmm 'abstract surrealism'. way out there as opposed to only half way. the [other] image you sent took me to an underground hole with leaves and screen across the opening or that's what i remember having looked at it briefly a few minutes ago.
s.
painting above: "MVRV" oil on ply 48 x 32 in.
painting below: "not as titled" oil on canvas 66 x 80 in.
which is which?
what do you see?... there's no wrong answer
Friday, October 29, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
dead reckoning is the process of estimating one's current position based upon a previous position and advancing that position based upon known or estimated speeds over elapsed time, and course. A disadvantage of dead reckoning is that since new positions are calculated solely from previous positions, the errors of the process are cumulative.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
to blog or not to blog?
be it painting or ballet
it is not the art-form
that is dead...
as declared routinely,
it's the audience
chanting the money mantra
fingers in their ears
eyes closed.
now that there's dozens
of elephants in the room
it seems a bit pointless
choosing just one
to ignore
it is not the art-form
that is dead...
as declared routinely,
it's the audience
chanting the money mantra
fingers in their ears
eyes closed.
now that there's dozens
of elephants in the room
it seems a bit pointless
choosing just one
to ignore
building
as the first snow
prompts raking leaves and
collecting from the forest floor
broken limestone to
build a retaining wall
bone white within
black earth skin
and now in the
second sun-season
the moss sprawls
luxuriant

the gothic arch
from forest maples
to gather light
soon to shed the snow
the structure to tarp the end
convex against the wind
a spinnaker in reverse.
will i be refitting for the ocean?
or will the sea be at my door
by the time i'm done
prompts raking leaves and
collecting from the forest floor
broken limestone to
build a retaining wall
bone white within
black earth skin
and now in the
second sun-season
the moss sprawls
luxuriant
the gothic arch
from forest maples
to gather light
soon to shed the snow
the structure to tarp the end
convex against the wind
a spinnaker in reverse.
will i be refitting for the ocean?
or will the sea be at my door
by the time i'm done
Thursday, September 23, 2010
sailing
Thursday, September 16, 2010
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.
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.
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