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Posts tagged “Digtial Art

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

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Not The Kiss Your Mother Used To Give You (When She Wanted You To Leave The Room)

The city series….

Standing by the curb

So you think you’re a man….

You think you know what she is trying to tell you. Sitting by the curb with your new Trek bike. With your boys. Trying to be cool.

Looking cool … Being defiant.

Did you even listen? Is there any clue?

Baby Boy Blue

As to why she decided on … you?

Yeah I know, you think it’s because of the ball you play. Or the things you say. Just yesterday she gave you that look. When you helped her with her books. Were you listening then? When it was your hand she took. Yeah I know. It’s all about the tool of the trade. And not feeling like you’ve been made. Is it good to know? Keep the show? Or stay in the flow? Yeah, it’s a tough day and what a blow.

You sitting on the curb with your boys.

Being her toy.

But did you even know

That kiss….

Is not the kiss

Just for show….


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….


Searching For Something That You Can’t Remember Forever

In a place not too far from memory are the dreams lost forever….

Searching for something lost

How do you know when something is lost? Is it when your memory escapes you? Or when you have forgotten where you have placed it? Is it only something you wish you had again. Or is it something only time can tell? Does it haunt you when you sleep? And bring rise to a restless night. Can it be something that follows you throughout the day? Edging you here, taking you where it may.

And when you look in the mirror can you see what is lost?

 … In the ocean and forest of your mind.

And when you swim, do you swim alone?

Adrift?

Wishing for someone to teach you again, the things you used to own….