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
Images For Android Phones: A Window In A Dark Room
Painting in one color
A black as dark as coal
So dark it feels endless
It’s time to pick another color
Or look out a different window
Catch a thought or two
See things in another light
As the room collapses
Like falling cards
Entangled with the other’s calling
Like the dream that’s always falling
The blue sky outside
And my blurry eyes … blinking
Can’t save me from inside
The dark room in which I reside.
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looking over the horizon
along the railroad tracks
i wonder where
… in silence
this train will take me
it’s lonely here
… in isolation
not unlike
a place
i used to know
I Keep Standing On The Corner Waiting On My Own (A Robyn Remix)
The city series….
On the corner, on my own
some things feels like destiny…
some things never change
standing on the corner
waiting on my own
never knowing which direction
I should go
it’s all for show
you know
waiting on the corner
with nowhere to go….
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7 a.m.
sunday
sunrise
in may
driving while photographing
oh … ohhhh …
listening to robyn
she’s dancing on her own
oh … ohhhh …
your’e home
sleeping alone
oh … ohhhh …
and me …
i’m driving
while photographing
oh … ohhhh ……
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embrace the sky
dreaming …
and
let the light unfold
inside….
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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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….
The Hidden Meaning Of Things Expressed In Silence
A peaceful and beautiful place expressed in silence….
Hidden stream on a cool and brisk day
All things, and man as well, should be like nature, without measure. – Hans Jean Arp
Nature is often hidden, sometimes overcome, seldom extinguished. – Sir Francis Bacon
Nature has been mastering itself for some time now, and it is an honor to be able to capture its beauty. – Justin Beckett
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….
Music For Looking Back: Flashing Lights Have Ended Now – Foxes In Fiction
Take a look at old photographs and remember the echoes of….
Foxes In Fiction
http://youtu.be/1ihAE-lDCqU – Flashing Lights Have Ended Now by Foxes In Fiction
Foxes In Fiction
The other evening I was downloading some electronic, ambient and IDM music to burn onto a CD. I usually listen to Fluid Radio on Itunes for the best of Experimental Frequencies, Drone, glitch, Neo-Classical, Computer and Abstract recordings. I had come across Foxes In Fiction several times, and noted them on my to buy list. They are a mixed bag of sorts i.e. they construct both ambient and pop music. I really connected with this tune “Flashing Lights Have Ended Now”, because of its steady beat, heavy reverb, echo, and dreamlike guitar/lyrics. It seemed to inhabit the small garage, small club feeling, I knew so well. A retro cool. A journey back to comic books. High school basement Jams. Robert Fripp and his Frippertronics concert at the University of Pennsylvania circa 1984. Downtown Philly. Emerald City. L7 in NYC. An early morning dive after partying all night … discovering the descent … and the feeling of looking through some old photographs … alone.
Music For Parks And City Streets (A Day Like No Other Remix)
The city series….
Sitting by the river, standing on the corner, music for parks and city streets
The moments we find time standing still…
Music is energy …
It captures the imagination and sets the soul on fire. It frees our thoughts and liberates our dreams. It illuminates the night stars and sets the day in motion.
Music is lucid …
We dream to music. We create to music. We make love to music. It touches and caresses. It embraces our intimate space.
Music is you and I …
It gathers the crowd on a beautiful day. It sings the songs our hearts have found. It teaches and consoles. It soothes our spirit at birth and death.
Music is humanity … restored.
For you and I it was a day like no other as we walked together … dreaming and listening….
In celebration of a summer day to come. A picnic with the band The Januaries and their song Chocolate and Strawberries…
Weekly Movie-Making Moments In Film: Berlin Alexanderplatz by Rainer Werner Fassbinder
A scene from Berlin Alexanderplatz
It is 2012, and thanks to the Criterion Collection and NetFlix I am able this weekend to once again view the epic masterpiece Berlin Alexanderplatz by Director Rainer Werner Fassbinder. In the 1980’s Philadelphia’s PBS station WHYY aired the entire 16 hour film. I was totally amazed at the dark story of a man and his descent into a personal hell; as well as its historical portrayal of Germany in the pre-Nazi era. This is a disturbing film, yet beautiful and engrossing. It’s cinematography and storytelling captures the imagination with vivid realism.
Here is a short synopsis.
Rainer Werner Fassbinder’s controversial, fifteen-hour-plus Berlin Alexanderplatz, based on Alfred Döblin’s great modernist novel, was the crowning achievement of a prolific director who, at age thirty-four, had already made forty films. Fassbinder’s immersive epic, restored in 2006 and now available on DVD in this country for the first time, follows the hulking, childlike ex-convict Franz Biberkopf (Günter Lamprecht) as he attempts to “become an honest soul” amid the corrosive urban landscape of Weimar-era Germany. With equal parts cynicism and humanity, Fassbinder details a mammoth portrait of a common man struggling to survive in a viciously uncommon time.
The English trailer for the film Berlin Alexanderplatz
A short tribute to a modern Berlin Alexanderplatz
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