Archive for August, 2010
I was out looking at the stars tonite. The big dipper is huge over the hills this time of year. You can look up and see the milky way and the stars shooting through it. And realize how big it is and all that separates you from it is a thin layer of gas.
These orphaned socks have no home because foster parents only want babies. Presumably because their easier to handle, and the less effort to collect their “welfare” the better.
Our system only cares about the scumbags. I believe all they need is more suffering and a little social darwinism, I’m tired of paying for this broken system.
That’s all I got to say about my socks.
I was watching my grand daughter sleep the other night, she is beautiful. I watched here zone in and out of sleep and the idea that struck me was that she likely won’t remember that moment or any others when she is older and walking around, interacting with friends and family. Which made me think of my first memories and how old I was. Adele would squirm and open her eyes, and then close them again and be gone…but to where. I began to think of conscious memory and unconscious memory. One thing I thought was that all memory is in fact “there” buried deep in our subconscious. Then it struck me that conscious memory is just that, a decision to remember, or having “filled” up your mind with enough information to be able to make a effort to remember. Adele is literally a sponge, soaking up everything around her, she hasn’t experienced anything with enough repetition to hold on to it. She feeds at her mothers breast, maybe that is the thing she will remember first. The other thought was that her spirit hasn’t quite finished the journey into it’s new body. While she is building these experiences, this repetition, she still has that rapport with where ever it is our souls come from. Maybe she knowns more that any of us can ever know, she still has the knowledge we all had at one time and lost deep in or subconscious. And we all know we’ve lost something, and spend most of our lives trying to get back that memory.
I’m ready to put this one to bed. The top one is on butcher paper, the result of several attempts at flowing calligraphy, or at least getting the message across. (I don’t like Wisconsin) The bottom one was an attempt to recreate the top on cotton canvas. The material didn’t act the same. So I’m taking both.
These two are some Enso work. There deep, but if you don’t know any better, they make great decorative art for the living room. Which is what these are. For those of you who don’t know:
ens? symbolizes a moment when the mind is free to simply let the body/spirit create. The brushed ink of the circle is usually done on silk or rice paper in one movement (but the great Bankei used two strokes sometimes) and there is no possibility of modification: it shows the expressive movement of the spirit at that time. Zen Buddhists “believe that the character of the artist is fully exposed in how she or he draws an ens?. Only a person who is mentally and spiritually complete can draw a true ens?. Some artists will practice drawing an ens? daily, as a kind of spiritual exercise.”
Traditionally, nothing else is done except the circle itself, its my expressive movement of spirit.
Music of the moment:
Mad Season’s “November Hotel”
Just got back from vacation to South Dakota to see family and do some site seeing. Mount Rushmore of course, but also the Crazy Horse monument that is still in progress, and very cool, AND if they ever finish it, very large.
Also made some important decisions regarding the Wisconsin property, it is officially up for sale. Make an offer…really. Many trying times with the bank to come.
I’m doing design on the side now, Standard Design Company, so anybody need some design/illustration let me know.
Book: Truman Capote’s “In Cold Blood” and Brian Herbert’s “Paul of Dune”