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variations | in a silent way

moving inward
floating forward
> finding the self
through the silent way …

The day continues, not un-like many other days; the miles, attachments, and memories forever with me … I feel the need to search for the path that will only bring the present moment to bare. Thoughts come and go. Emotions rise and fall. Circumstances are unending, but the silent way brings awareness, clarity, stillness and freedom. I find myself traveling without moving, seeing the beauty that surrounds me, and know that I am blessed in this present moment.

variations | the silent place of no maps or memories

In a silent place
with [no – thing]
> just the present moment
and the awareness of being present.

The day began with many thoughts, and as I rode past farms, creeks, trees, and life itself, the thoughts became less and less. Until I was one with the body. One with its perpetual motion. Forward and away. And the awareness of its progression to stillness. Being present. Being Free.

variations | the things we dream when all is forgiven

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the late night
turned into day
> dream
you say …
when all is forgiven

variations | the things we dream burn like the sun

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I want to thank Nancy my girlfriend, for fulfilling the dreams that burn like the sun …
You have made the waking day a sunlight that last forever ….

variations | only the decades of our youth were left behind

it was a wonderful era
the years in decades;
things to dream
> and now
the dreams to leave behind

variations, rewind and remixes | postcards and influences 02

Some moments with Highwire Gallery, the Philadelphia Artist Cooperative, John Cage in performance, Digital Voice, fellow artist and friend Paul Curci, and my solo digital exhibition “Sometimes In the Waking the Reality is More Pressing than the Dream.” at Villanova University Art Gallery. The years 1987 through 2001.

Below are links to the original posts that I am using for these variations, rewind and remixes.

In the Reflective Mirror / Various Artistic Influences 03: why ask questions about art

In the Reflective Mirror / Various Artistic Influences 04: searching for moments of meaning in a catalogue of events

variations, rewind and remixes | postcards and influences 01

variations rewinds and remixes art influences 01 300 dpi text

I often start a new series. Never quite knowing their origins, or where they will lead me. Several series that I have developed, such as Post Canvas and Paint, Data Complexes, Variations, Rewind and Remixes are just that: Endless conceptual ideologies of ambiguities in form and structure, that for the most part, have emerged from past artistic influences. Every new work builds on something from the past: An exhibit here. A performance there. A poet’s word softly translated. An image seared in memory. Newly discovered places … deep dark places and beautiful heavens. And of course, there is the reflection in the mirror and memories behind everything. I enjoy working from my past. It seems at times to be all I know. So in this series of Variations, Rewind and Remixes, I will simply re-examine my catalog of artistic influences in a new way. Back in 2011, I created several posts under the title “In the Reflective Mirror | Various Artistic Influences”, and asked the question … When searching for meaning in a catalogue of artistic events, does one art form influence another? And I can say, that in both a direct and subliminal manner, that it does indeed influence the way I see and create art.

Below are links to several of those earlier posts.

In the Reflective Mirror / Various Artistic Influences 03: why ask questions about art

In the Reflective Mirror / Various Artistic Influences 04: searching for moments of meaning in a catalogue of events

variations | a returning ecstasy

you are …
a returning ecstasy
> now hold me tight
and never let me go …

variations | you can’t hide your dreams in familiar places

when a dream becomes
a familiar place
we find solace in its awakening

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