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variations | a dreamtime returning

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.


variations | when biking le tour, we discover more about ourselves

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.


variations | when, without moving we travel to a new vision

on the road
to Silence
> at last
quiet stillness

‘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.

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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.

http://wp.me/p1f97v-7C

http://wp.me/p1f97v-8B


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.

http://wp.me/p1f97v-7C

http://wp.me/p1f97v-8B


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


variations | if only you could remember the stars at night

you held my hand
as the stars fell
and our hearts collided


variations | your heart has been here before

framed by time
expressed in love
your heart in mine


variations | art matters

Over the past few months I have been creating digital artwork within a series called “Variations”. It developed out of a soul-searching experience I had with an exhibit I saw by Abstract Expressionist Mark Rothko on display late last year at the Columbia Museum of Art in Columbia, South Carolina. Memories, dreams, aspirations, magic and loss have all found their way in different forms of expression throughout the series.

One of the developing constructs of the work is how do I relate to the thoughts that exist within the framework of my daily life? I think all of us, artists and non-artists alike, struggle with this and many other questions. One of the questions that has emerged for me is … does art matter? Has it changed anything of any significance in my life? Yes and no. Yes, I long to create. I am pleased with every waking moment that I find the impulse to create. For there has been many days, weeks, months, and even years when the drive to produce art could not be found. It is undoubtably a beautiful thing to shape your craft into self-expression. But to what end? Is there really any escaping the reality of lost things; loved ones who have passed away, beautiful times gone by, aspirations fallen short, collapsed dreams? What weighs more? Art or life? For me, in truth, I create art to either “escape” or find “answers”. No, art does not always save. No real answers here. And maybe that is the point. Perhaps the only meaning to life or purpose for living is to be blessed with the breath of a new day. Then take your pen, or brush, or camera, or whatever serves as your way of expression and try to find that which will give you peace. Even if it is, only for a moment.


variations | your heart in my picture frame

a heart framed
by love
your picture
next to my every waking moment


variations | to a safe place of maps and memories

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lost in subjectivity;
perception and safe places,
found only …
in the mind of maps and memories


variations | in your sleep with our dreams

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another moment
with your dreams
asleep and shipwrecked
a Titanic love
is all we have


variations | a night with your heart by my side

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Your hair caressed,
by the leaves of the trees
my voice in the night called,
and your heart fell from the sky ….


variations | for now and maybe forever

if you thought
that things could change
remember …
for now
and maybe tomorrow |
it’s always the same as today


experiment: data complex 2 | shipwrecked | video art

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Drifting on the endless sea, a Titanic moment: Crushed against the data of memories, hopes and dreams. Cold and icy. Feeling a part of something, in the place of everything, on the edge of nothingness. Falling from the sky with no structure to evolve into. Living in a deep, dark, place masquerading as a beautiful heaven; a post modern world, an urban complexity. Data Complex – Shipwrecked.


variations | don’t say the things that hurt

If only now you could remember, as I fell further away. Please, don’t say … the things that hurt.


variations | don’t say you know

variations don't say you know

i thought
for a moment
if it could be
then you paused
don’t say you know
is all i remember …


variations | sunrise and chakra flowers for meditation

“Sometimes our thoughts and feelings in the light of a new day, will take us places we long to go. Where the beautiful waking sunrise of a new day, offers our meditation a meaningful pursuit. It is here we find our thoughts renewed with the bold light of insight, peace, and rejuvenation”. ~ Walter Smith