It’s so sixties hitting the beach. Sunrise, ocean, girls and guys. Bright colors, water ice and boardwalks. Bikinis. Everything’s pop. Everything’s art. On the pier, it’s Andy Warhol. With the Beach Boys surfing, and free love everywhere. And you know … it’s soon to be groovy. With guest appearances by Frankie Avalon, The Beatles, my favorite cousin, Godzilla and Twiggy. And now … It feels like yesterday as I move into Warrior pose and Sun Salutation. Power to the people.
Revisiting the past and spinning brakes. A life without a caution. Pop goes the art. Over the cliff. Off the road. And Crash. Red meets blue and yellow finds green. Andy Warhol’s last thoughts. Wheels turning effortlessly as the years mount up. There’s a story here … And a Pontiac Bonnerville circa 1967.
Music from India – Hazrat Inayat Khan. North Indian classical music.
Hazrat Inayat Khan (Urdu: عنایت خان ) (July 5, 1882 – February 5, 1927) was the founder of The Sufi Order in the West in 1914 (London) and teacher of Universal Sufism. He initially came to the West as a Northern Indian classical musician, having received the honorific “Tansen” from the Nizam of Hyderabad, but he soon turned to the introduction and transmission of Sufi thought and practice. Later, in 1923, the Sufi Order of the London period was dissolved into a new organization, formed under Swiss law, called the “International Sufi Movement”. His message of divine unity (Tawhid) focused on the themes of love, harmony and beauty. He taught that blind adherence to any book rendered religion void of spirit. Branches of Inayat Khan’s movement can be found in the Netherlands, France, England, Germany, the United States, Canada, Russia and Australia. ( Wiki )
in your garden
– through spring
where you sustain
all things
like the flower
in bloom
– for only
forever
Perfection can be found over time when you follow your instincts….
Two worlds collide
Something other than remaining…
I often wonder when a work of art is finished. What defines a piece as being complete; needing no further creative intervention on the part of the artist? Perhaps nothing (completion) is ever collected in one moment. If as artists, we seek to embrace the process, then it is possible that perfection is truly the antithesis to what we hope to accomplish; the creation of great art, the connection with self, and the freedom to allow instinct to govern.
Instinct is a mystery. It has no ending. No point at which it is defined.
When I create a work of art, I first view it as a part of a whole. That whole being one that is infinite.
– A life time of creating.
That which is the part of a whole, only serves to contribute to a never-ending journey; the idea of nurturing the creative instinct that lies within the realm of the visceral. While at times abandoning conscious decision-making.
Sometimes it serves us well to know that the perfection that is born of one’s decision, is not the perfection that is found over time …
In the end trust in the mystery….
32 bit
Data
Paintings
Color
RAM
Pixels
Art
011001
rushing to make
a first friday night
someone’s art
– and
someone’s poem
in a distinct
world
all their own
An abstract form of art becomes a pop-art form of art becomes a post canvas and paint form of art becomes a digital form of art….
What’s next?
The patterned floor of my imagination led me to the light…
Moving towards the light from places unknown
across the street
their memories abandoned
the years in view
slipping away
fading to and fro
weathered by the storms
and dreams
long since gone
Here is a detail of the cover of my new published book of digital abstract art, poetry and prose. Available in hard and soft cover at Blurb publishers. Select picture to link to my bookstore. A preview of the book is also available online.
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