Images For Android Phones: The Dark Outside My Window
the film ends
no longer a starring role
outside my window
the darkness
is collecting its toll
are you there
feeling it’s unfair
– our lost
you have to bare
sitting there
– with empty seats
and
ending dreams
no starring role
here
just the things
we sometimes fear…
Images For Android Phones: A Light At The End Of The Hallway
the film rolls
in secrets
with shadows
taking their toll
a light
with no day
in dark corners
in which to play
alone
– afraid
stoned
at the end
of the hallway
Images For Android Phones: Views From A Bike – 06
a bridge
suspended above
dream-like
tall and magnificent
in awe
i stand below
my bike and I
in the flow …
Images For Android Phones: A Moment Shared Is Like A Rose Between Us.
somewhere hidden
a pearl
a rose
– you …
Images For Android Phones: New Landscapes – 03
With every step along the way, I saw things differently …
Images For Android Phones: 4 Views 1 Place – 04
There is always more than one truth to contradict any one belief ….
Images For Android Phones: A Painting In A Gallery
A painting
In more than one color
Where everything comes to life
A touch of red
A splash of blue
A hidden purpose
So true
A museum full of beautiful light
The sounds of our chatter
Throughout the day and night
In awe
In silence
It’s what the artist thought that matters
Escaping something here
Finding something there
… and
Renewing all with his mind
An abstraction so fine
It’s beautiful you know
What he has found
With the palette knive
Pressed in silent sound
Shaping
Forming
… and
Teleporting
This gallery space
To another far-off place
It’s art when you see it
Art when you feel it
Art when you know it
And art when you love it
A painting
Of light and shadow
A painting
In more than one color Where everything comes to life
A touch of red
A splash of blue
A revealing purpose
So true
Post Canvas And Paint: Images For Android Phones 05
i am there
across from you
filtering my mind
seeing colors
in a delicate design
Post Canvas And Paint: Images For Android Phones 04
embrace the sky
dreaming …
and
let the light unfold
inside….
Post Canvas And Paint: Abstract 09 – The Unending Edge Of All Things
When I was reborn and when I died I remembered only one thing … I AM, All THAT IS – UNENDING….
The unending edge of all things
Creativity is an essential part of being human, a vital force without which we can exist, but not truly live. – Ann Cashman
Namaste.
Post Canvas and Paint….
Post Canvas And Paint: Abstract 08 – The Expanding Universe
On a beautiful summer day, we skipped our rocket ships along the waves of space….
The expanding universe
Straight-away the ideas flow in upon me, directly from God, and not only do I see distinct themes in my mind’s eye, but they are clothed in the right forms, harmonies, and orchestration. – Johannes Brahms
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Post Canvas And Paint: Abstract 07 – The Circular Eclipse
The sky turned the brightest day into the darkest night, as I lit a candle to illuminate the ambiguities of my desires….
The circular eclipse
The heart of creativity is an experience of the mystical union; the heart of the mystical union is an experience of creativity. – Julia Cameron
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Post Canvas And Paint: Abstract 06 – The Winding Tapestry
On the winding road every past moment in life followed me as the future fell off the cliff ahead of me….
The winding tapestry
The human mind cannot create anything. It produces nothing until after having been fertilized by experience and meditation; its acquisitions are the gems of its production. – George-Louis Leclerc de Buffon
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Post Canvas And Paint: Abstract 05 – The Returning Tide
As I found myself lost in the sea with no boundaries I never felt the need for gravity or place….
The returning tide
Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create – so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating. – Pearl S. Buck
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Post Canvas And Paint: Abstract 04 – The Loving Heart
In the translucent sound of night, the color of things to come were just beyond the stars….
The loving heart
Creation is such an elusive thing, for the more we think we are in control, the more we remove ourselves from the actual creation. – Betty Jean Billups
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Post Canvas And Paint: Abstract 03 – The Consuming Sky
As the sky fell to earth I heard a memory, and it was not so long ago that I fell in love….
The consuming sky
A poet feels the impulse to create a work of art when the passive awe provoked by an event is transformed into a desire to express that awe in a rite of worship. – W. H. Auden
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Post Canvas And Paint: Abstract 02 – The Dreaming Void
In a moment forged with the fluttering sounds of dreams in flight, I soon escaped my troubling fears….
The dreaming void
The true locus of creativity is not the genetic process prior to the work but the work itself as it lives in the experience of the beholder. – Monroe Beardsley
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Post Canvas And Paint: Abstract 01 – The Setting Sun
I looked into the mirror of my thoughts as the setting sun slowly disappeared over the horizon….
The Setting Sun
Something about making art has to do with overcoming things, giving us a clear opportunity for doing things in ways we have always known we should do them. – David Bayles
Post Canvas and Paint….
I Really Want To Meet Your Sensitivity With Compassion And Love (A Hit The Mark Remix)
In a moment, my only desire is to meet your sensitivity with my thoughtfulness and longing….
Being centered with you
They tell me that love and compassion is a journey without measure….
Not unlike an arrow whose flight is true….
Everything Changes Except A Persistent Memory (A Think You Know Remix)
We often find ourselves on the boundaries of what we remember….
Everything changes except a persistent memory
Sometimes in a moment of realization, in a glimmer of mindfulness, we can see the totality of our lives: The days spent with dreams. The nights, restless—consumed with thought. The years forged with the desire to be something—perhaps anything other than who we are. And in the end, an uncertainty that begs the question; do all things change except a persistent memory?
Perhaps we really do not know ourselves at all, and in its place we find only a recurring memory to give us pause.
A fine line of demarcation of what is and what we imagine; who we are and what we might have become.
It is a fortress of endless cycles of memories and desires that seduce the very knowledge of who we are and the way we think.
We know that everything is in constant flux. Everything changes. Our lives change and the world around us as well.
It is a given.
Yet it feels like our memories, the persistent ones, never do….
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