The only good drawings he's managed to come up with over the passed few years, are the one's in which he started with nothing. No plan. No concept, no idea of where he would go with it. Start with a few lines. Experiment with technique and try his damnedest to fight those inner demons, which, [...]
I divide myself, so I can punish myself, in order to create my Self.
I had a dream I was walking with Joseph Campbell, down the city street, he said something to me, which now in the foggy remains of memory is only muddled with incoherence (because it wasn't important). We continued walking, saying nothing. Building construction clangs and the workers clamor. I thought (in my dream) here I [...]
While you slip into sleep the dog yips, from dreams he dreams halfway across the room. Spiders spill out your ears. While you half-think the dreams your dog dreams, he yips and you slip. After reading Takashi Hiraide's For the Fighting Spirit of the Walnut... and dozing in the afternoon heat.
For a moment my heart was in your handtracing lines in your palmHow is it that after all these yearsI've not worn grooves into this palmPerhaps if I were more like water,perhaps if my love was the windI kiss the sweet memories our love is trapped in.
Afternoon sunlight through the blinds, a pile of clean clothes on the bed, we do laundry together on Sunday afternoon. It's nothing we've made a habit of yet, but maybe a few years from now it'll be our weekly chore we do together. You're great at finding sock matches. I'm shocked by your willingness, and [...]
My life is a portrait of states of mind. Every night before I go to sleep I practice letting go, letting go of ego. Looking outside, looking outside of me. Slipped into dream.