You Were

There are moments

where you are not who you are,

and you can accept that it may just be the moment;

but there is the possibility that you never were who you thought you were.
 

wait for it

Make no sound

and you might sense me

the noise you make

drives me away

talk and my form

is shaken

move

and I am all

but blown away

I have moved
around you

all the time you have been

alive

you know me as fear

but you deny I exist

I can not be known

only felt

felt in the moment

when beauty peaks
when emotion is
filled to the brim
when the music falls silent
and leaves you alone

make no name for me

to identify me

would make me known

and once something is known

it is harder to feel it

allow me to be

in your stillness

and quiet
with you
still
hold
wait
wait

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Words on something I am allowing to happen whether I want to or not.

Cool poem I found http://www.spiritisup.com/spiritdancerbl.html

Jeff holding

Picture Painting

Here's one of my mixed medium works. This was an attempt to paint with photos. I took four photos from my favorite meadow in Wisconsin and printed them out in a large format (the over all work is 20"). I then cut out of MDF (a wood substitute) the organic looking frame and painted it flat black. I then sliced up my photos and arranged them in to the frame. It is not easy to cut up big beautiful pictures, you need to have some kind of vision.

So much of the time when I am looking for a photo subject I am seeing pattern and texture. For example in this work you can see two panels with fine green and gold lines. That's tall grass just starting to turn gold. It was such a great looking texture with the late day sun shining on it, so I snapped a picture of it with out thought of how I'd use it. Thanks again to digital photography for setting us free and not having to worry about picture count.

As soon as I can find time and a vision (oh I have a few) I will do this again. This again gets back to my ideas of connectedness. I love to think in terms of things being woven together, it's like looking at the universe. It just feels right. Okay I'm spacing out. Grove on people!

Jeff Gone man!

Not sure which way it goes?

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Check out this amazing street artist I came across on You Tube

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uad17d5hR5s

New Song

Everything

The rain to come
And the sun to shine
The branches on the ground
That shows me how to die
How many seasons
Have I reached for the sky?
Through the upstairs window
I hear my child cry
Every sky that looks down
On every Child waking up
Knows the seasons hold secrets
That they long to give up

Everything, everything, everything
Everything, everything, everything
Belongs with me

The bee in the hive
And the ant in the dirt
With my place in this order
I am a long way from first
I am worn by the rain
And moved by the surf
I will run from the cold
And from the heat I’ll know thirst
For every creature that seeks
And every soul that is found
There are cries in the forest
That have no audible sound

Everything, everything, everything
Everything, everything, everything
Belongs with me

There are Children in graves
And women in chains
Men behind bars
And souls without names
And how many gods
To thee we implore
Now my pockets are full
What is my life for?
Every hammer coming down
Sets a nail or seals a fiat
There are still answers in the wind
It is never to late

Everything, everything, everything
Everything, everything, everything
Belongs with me

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New song, but it's been bouncing around in my note books for years. Songs are like children. You hold them close as long as you can, but at some point you've got to push them out the door. This one might get pushed out at the coffeehouse tomorrow.
I'll try and record it and post it on this blog, we'll see.
The Photo on this post is a collage of about 45 Photos from my living. It is also called Everything
Jeff singing

Here's a website of everything http://everything2.com/
To hear some of my songs http://www.myspace.com/jeffreykimseycarroll

Another Fragment of Everything

From time to time I will share with the world bits of my image play. This is where I put together random or thoughtout collections of stills and video and of course some kind of sound bed, could be music or ambient noise. These are studies to evoke feeling as well as exercises to develop my skills with the software.

https://youtu.be/wx0LyZxHoJQ If the film will not play use this link to Youtube page.

Lines of color

Edges by choice

Motion it leads me

Perceptions the voice

I wait on the skies work

to pull from the earth

I hold a dead flower

to know my own worth

Words I wrote down after I watched the finished video clip. No, I have no idea where this is going . That is not important, knowing that is. Trying to avoid knowledge and hanging with feeling. I'll live with it for a while and see if I find anything, maybe a song, we'll see.

Jeff in the process

If video is not smooth check it out on my Youtube channelhttps://youtu.be/wx0LyZxHoJQ

Branching Out

Whenever I need something to reconnect me to the cosmos, a creator, a higher power, a god (whatever word you use) I look to the tree. The tree for me is the ultimate symbol that the creator moves with me, through me and beyond me. The tree reaches into the earth and draws its energy and at the same time reaches into the sky receiving and drawing what it needs from the sun and atmosphere. At the same time it provides a place for life of all kinds to dwell and flourish among its branches, its roots as well as with in its own body at times. The tree does all this care giving while filtering our air and contributing to keeping the earth cool.


I have been incorporating tree images into my art work for many years. I must admit I live with a certain amount of guilt for cutting down trees to make images of trees, but I chose the mediums and then the images came.


For me the strongest aspect of the tree symbolism is that of "reaching out to connect". From the ends of the roots deep in the ground up through the trunk, out the branches to the tips of the leaves the tree is a complete story of connection. As we stand back looking at the tree we feel the sun beating down and see the branches reaching out to connect with the energy coming from millions of miles away. For me the tree holds the whole story, I am here to connect, and I am just beginning to understand that, as is the world. It is a little overwhelming and leads to more questions. So this becomes another topic for future thoughts (blogs). For now pay attention to trees. They will speak to you, but you're going to need to be connected to hear.

The tree wall
was an attempt to give an
office space an organic feel.







Wood Cut Titled "Reach"
This couple from my swathe collection are wrapped in a spiritual energy that I feel (I see) moving between all creatures.


Questions on "Reaching out to connect":

• Is the Internet real connection?
• How do I connect with out the Internet?
• How do I connect and not loose my sense of self?
• Do we all have to be talking to each other to be connected?
• Must we all be on the same page to be connected?
• Does true connection always need a spiritual presence?
• Which comes first connection or love? Do we need to love before we can connect or will connections lead us to love?
• I got more! But I'll stop for now.
  

Jeff can you hear me now?

Links to articals on the spirituality of trees

Trees are earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven - Rabindranath Tagore
http://academic.evergreen.edu/n/nadkarnn/cv/pdfs_new/Nadkarni;%20Dharma%20News%202002.pdf

Trees at my window, window tree

My sash is lowered when night comes on;

But let there never be a curtian drawn

Between you and me. - Robert Frost

http://www.uufhc.net/s001105.html

To see more of my tree images visit the link to my sculpture page. http://www.jkcwood.com/Sculpture.html