words and art by w a l t e r w s m i t h

Abstact Art

the fall of thought

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Finding that inner flame and pushing forward. I have been hanging around the house today, relaxing and listening to music. As I create this post I am listening to the ambient sounds of Chihei Hatakeyama’s Void IX and Oophoi’s An Aerial View. Tonight is a night of immersing myself into all things formed through sound, smell, art, healing, and stillness. I went online and found a great place to order a small quantity of Tibetan medicinal incense. So I got some for inner and physical healing. It’s quiet here. I wish I could spend more time in this soothing, reflective, and safe environment. Doing art, hanging out with the cats, looking out beyond the woods in the backyard. Haven’t really talked to anyone all day. Here in the interior rooms, it’s amazing how often that happens. Nothing here all day, but the fall of thought.


the heart that only speaks for itself

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In the curated conjecture of thoughts and emotions, the heart seeks refuge only in its own desires.


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a negative diagnosis

a negative diagnosis


into abstraction | form and impermanence | what memories and karma may come | a maps, mountains, and trails, remix


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The complexity of the impermanence that fosters ambiguity in our lives. Everything changes except a persistent memory.