Well it is the final week of the Tour de France. And I must say it has been an enjoyable ride indeed. The final few days, starting with today will be climbing in the Alps, before the final day in Paris. Chris Froome is leading all contenders. And my favorite rider, the Spaniard, Alberto Contador is in second as of today. Approximately 4 minutes and 28 seconds in time behind. We can all assume that Chris Froome will continue to ride in yellow all the way to Paris and to the win. It looks like a four or five way battle for the second and third place positions on the podium. Hopefully Alberto will succeed in capturing second place. Last week in celebration of the tour, I had a very nice ride on my day off. I put in twenty miles in an hour and 45 minutes. The course was hilly and fast, in my humble opinion. Tomorrow before work I hope to get out and do about 10 miles. It’s that time of year when it is extremely hot and humid, so I hope to begin around 9 a.m.. Riding is a beautiful expression of will, consciousness and endurance. Each time I get on the bike it is a profound feeling of a returning Dreamtime.
The pleasure of the moment. In retrospect, a sense of warmth. The night turning to morning …
I was very excited about waking up at 6:30 a.m. to watch stage 9 of the Tour de France. The stage is a 168.5 km trek through the Pyrenees in Southern France. For me the mountain stages are the most exhilarating of all the various stages. The trek from Saint Girons to Bagneres de Bigorre includes four category one climbs, each over 5000 feet and a category 2 climb. A test of man and machine. I believe that climbing is my best skill as a rider, and I certainly can relate to the difficulty inherent to climbing. Whether it is mountain biking or road biking, I love the challenge. Climbing is very meditative; slow and methodical. One has to really focus inward. On the breath, and on the movement of the body. Everything is recorded over and over again. Sometimes with much pain. Physically and mentally is can be quite exhausting, but in the end very rewarding. There is a certain ‘Peacetime’ when the silence of nature, movement and breath come together. An inner bliss without end.
on the road
> at last
‘I think, therefore I am’, is far from the truth revealed in Silence (our thoughts are not who we are). As I move forward, stillness surrounds me. The ever-present moment awakens through the noise of distractions, attachments, thoughts. Creativity begins to make its presence known. The true vision that laid hidden … emerges.
There are moments, when traveling without moving; my mind turns inward. Often the idea for a new piece comes to me in the stillness of repetitive motion e.g. when driving home from work late at night or during the day riding my bike for hours. Both experiences are brought to a new level when simultaneously interwoven with ambient music of some kind: Inventive and emotional. Ethereal and far-reaching. Both movement and sound collapse the night and day into the black hole of my ever-expanding need for creativity. With each movement forward, with each night and day, like a sought out mystery, it mysteriously reveals itself. In Silence, I become one with my creative Truth.
Music for Backgrounds: Bvdub from the cd Resistance Is Beautiful and the track Nothing Like You. Perfect for that ride, drive or creative spark.
> 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.
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.
the late night
turned into day
you say …
when all is forgiven
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 ….
it was a wonderful era
the years in decades;
things to dream
> and now
the dreams to leave behind
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.
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.