Search

"Search"

 This new piece is called search. I hesitated to call it that because many of  my works feel like a search. Most of the things I do in my life are a search of sorts. I am always looking for my keys, my wallet, the best way to join two pieces of wood, the most effective route to a destination, the meaning to everything, not to mention a search for self.

Who am I really?

     One Thought:

I am looking

Looking for the moment

I became the line

Not the person holding the pen

But the line the pen made

I am that line

I find myself there

Every time I move the pen

Moved to define

Create shape

Shaded to forge depth

I am the line

Drawing it all together

It doesn't stop there

Because I am also

The color

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Said and Done

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Leave me in stillness

In a field of waving grain

Remember me as motion

Never meant to last

I had my rise

Moments in the sun

And then surrender

When all was said and done

We are beats to one another

Tempos kept in step

Hands grasping hands

Laughing till we wept

The trees were green

But there was more here to be seen 

Beyond color beyond form

The movement of a soul longing to be born

Always there

beyond time

Outside of counting

Your way along a line

Where this you and I 

are more as one

We are the motion when all is said

And all seems done

The wave flows on

The dance is who we are

the swaying fields of grain

to the distant spinning star

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Morning thoughts

 Thought all this one morning

"Inner Workings"

Do I think well
Can I think well
Will the world hold together
Will I find enough work
Can I make music
Is art real
Does it mater
This is now
When I finish writing 
It will be then

Time to push reality

Youth is gone

I am good here

Escape into story

Watch

Read if I could

Do I Have the desire

To Do

I want to give

Give away

Give out

Give life

Let go the hold

Hold Back

Move on

What's real

Everything is new

In every moment

I do not need to be

In every moment

You miss nothing

If some one is there

You are there

If we are one

We are one

The we is I

And the I we

So

I wrote all the songs

Did all the dances

Painted all the pictures

Dreamed all the dreams

Delivered and killed

Everyone

Yes,

Once again

This morning

I am the God

I seek

We are

We are all

Every living thing

God

Just a thought

Gods thought

so I wrote it down - one mornings thoughts

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Holding Together

 Holding together

I have talked 

about lines

connecting

everything 

and holding

it all together

Lines can also

make it confusing

and seem like

I just don't know

what I am looking

at

or where they 

want me to go

what am I 

suppose

 to see

?

Lines will 

trick you

mislead one

 at times

bend you around

 and have you

turning the page

up 

side

down

saying what the...?

I believe 

I am the 

_________ .

When I draw

I am in there

making sense

of space

making use

 of the space

defining it

and the moment

It may not make sense

to you

but know

that I 

have enjoyed

myself

in the space 

for a moment.

That joy

is holding

it together.

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Change of Perspective

Turn the world on its side 

and you may see the world looking back at you.

Reflections in a mountain lake

tipped that way

reveals a totem pole of sorts.

I count six or more strange faces.

what do you see?

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How Things Go

 I wrote words

No one could read

Made them into stories

No one believed 

Put them in a book

Everyone wanted to burn

But then we all fell off the Earth

When it failed to turn

Sometimes that's how things go

I painted pictures

no one really understood

a real smart person said

the problem is they are way too good

Most people really want to know

if they are supposed to see a duck

But what you have here

is somewhere between wow and yuck

 And that can be how things go

Sometimes you make stuff

And people keep asking why

And you say well, I had an idea

So I thought I would try

Try as you might

Most just don't understand

They should just stop asking questions 

And lend you a hand

And this too is how things go

Shall I go...

on?

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Image above is a photo of a painting of mine that was then layered with multiple filters in a computer photo program.  it has no title at this posting. 

Maybe, "How Things Go"

Pictures in Trees

 I believe that the natural world has a consciousness.

Sometimes it says hello!

And then sometimes I take it farther.

This is an image created on my phone.

Looking out the

window I snapped

this picture.

Thought I saw

a face,

so I drew a face below.

My camera has all

these filters,

so I added some to my

picture. The image at

the top is what I got.

I think my phone 

has a

consciousness.

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Clarity

 If I Gain Clarity I will let You Know

The need to create

 is not always clear

Sometimes what one creates

is not always clear

I have a strong need or desire 

to create

to make things that are not clear 

and that look like no identifiable object or image

I am looking through the abstract

for something I might recognize

Yet I have no idea what I am looking for

It is one of those

I will know it when I find it 

moments

For now I just enjoy the process

and I hope others enjoy the product

I will let you know 

when I gain clarity

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Collaboration

 On My Way Into Town

This is a new thing.

I let people paint what ever they want on a board or canvas.

Then I draw into it. 

I love this!

I am free of the color placement and surprised by where the line goes.

It is a collaboration.

Below is a section of the above work before I drew into it.

I started two friends off, with a few strokes of red and green and then walked away.

A true collaboration of play.

Fragments

Do you feel

Do you feel you are a fragment

A fragment of something bigger

When you gather

Gather in a room with many others

Do you sense the connection of the 

Moment

If you climb

Climb to the top of a mountain

Do you yearn to be a part

Of all you see

When you walk

When you walk upon the Earth

Do your steps seem to make 

The world turn

Is your dreaming

Dreaming of just you

Or are you all the characters

In the dream

Each time you breath

Breath in and then out

Does your truth move that 

Way too

When you talk

Talk to the ones you love

Are you letting them know

Who you really are

Do you feel

Feel like a fragment

A fragment with the power

To bring connection

      Gathered Fragments

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How I Understand It

 A Schematic for Adam

Imagine somewhere in time

let's say back at the very beginning

there was an artist studio

That's all there was

and it was filled with piles of drawings and designs

The artist had visions scrawled on every inch of paper

There were even designs for 

visions, scrawling, inches, and paper

and what these things would look like

Everything was thought out

You could say this artist was obsessive

but you couldn't

because you didn't exist yet;

except you did somewhere in that pile of paper

You were in the design

Everything thought out and placed in the piles

Now as I have come to understand it

the artist would often take breaks

leave the studio to dwell in the darkness

to meditate

The artist would close all the windows

leave one candle lit

called the light of love

and close the door    

Now it is not clear if it was a bad candle holder

There were many different designs of candle holders

or maybe the artist closed the door too swiftly

 The light of love started it all

and there was a real big bang when pressure built up in that studio

Yes that artist had also designed the idea of combustion

That's the story as I understand it

I mean as I was designed to understand it

Please don't tell too many people about this

or it could become a conspiracy theory on the internet

I don't want to get this artist in trouble 

or maybe that's part of the design

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Moments

 Fragments Lost in the Lost Story Place, Wherever That Is

A Thought created from looking at the Image above:

I collect moments

in and out of each and every day

sometimes even in the middle of the night

Moments gather

and fill my pockets

They are mostly made of air and light

These moments remind me that I am here

They look and say hey you were there

They are my baggage and too my joy

can be forgotten, but I cannot destroy

There are moments I hold close

and many I push away

To stop the moments from coming

would be to choose a dying day

You see moments multiply

to let you know you are living

As long as you keep collecting

time will keep on giving 

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I have never seen this

The Place I Was Before

Digitally enhanced version 

I have never seen this

I mean, in reality, something that looks like this.

Well, maybe it is like a bunch of leaves crumpled under a bush.

I was not looking at the leaves as I drew.

I sloshed a bunch of paint on a canvas,

swirled it around and let it dry.

Then I drew into the shapes in the paint

and like the crumpled leaves it was just there.

Into some of the spaces I scrawled my emotional language,

the little lines and shapes

that are a graffiti of sorts that lets you know I was here, or there

and was trying to speak to a divine entity 

who may be able to interpret random scrawling.

I am calling this Abstract Art.

It is a practice, because I do it again and again

with the intent of getting somewhere.

The thought I keep coming to is: if I get to this somewhere some day,

will it still be abstract or will it all become clear?

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In The Play

The Art Is In The Play

I created this activity for my exhibit The Art of Play the Play of Art. The purpose is for art gallery visitors to have opportunities for direct contact with a piece of artwork. The piece in this case was sculptural in nature. As a mixed medium sculpture it involved a variety of painted wood shapes, fabric, artificial foliage, wire, string, yarn, bamboo rods, paper and a variety of fasteners. Visitors were invited to look at what had been created previously and change it in some way. Many guests had to be convinced that it was alright to make these changes and that the structure was not the art, but that their engagement with the objects was actually the art. One woman said she was filled with emotion at the idea that in an art gallery she could do such a thing. She loved the opportunity and spent a significant amount of time rearranging the space. 

I know it is important for persons who toil as artists to be recognized for their craft. I also want all people to experience and embrace artful moments that energize their living and draw us all closer together. This concept is an important aspect of what the arts are all about.

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The people in artful moments

 

Sense

Make Sense of This

I tried to talk to you but my words made no sense

I tried listening but only heard the sound colors make

I beat sticks on rocks, that only chased snakes from their hiding places

I danced around in circles till someone said this is a square dance

I have tried to make sense of this

but it seems like I am getting nowhere

and if you've followed my previous words

you will realize that even nowhere is somewhere

So there I am, there we are, got the sense of this?

Yes you are deep into my head

Welcome

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Somewhere

 

I left it somewhere.

The question is 

which somewhere?

There are so many

somewheres!

In fact everywhere

is a potential somewhere.

It is in a "where" that

something can always be.

Once something can

be there

it is a somewhere.

Above is a picture 

of about 100

different somewheres

and things being there.

This whole thing is pointless

but I like the picture

and had to put it

somewhere. 

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Dimensional Rift or Cracks in the Wall

Have you ever looked at a crack in the wall

and wondered if a life form from another dimension was pushing on the wall causing it to crack?

Okay, then you are probably more stable than me.

That is where this sculpture comes from; that kind of imagining.

Something I made up while looking at the sculpture:

The Crack

Shh, I just heard a tick, or more like a teenk

It just came from that crack, I mean that's what I think

do you hear a humming, or is that in my head

perhaps it's a buzzing that I am hearing instead

Is the crack getting bigger

was it always that long

I am going to stand behind you

and I need you to tell me I am wrong

Now I hear talking or maybe it's singing

Yes the buzzing has stopped, but now it's a ringing

This crack is distracting

I have given it too much control

I am putting it out of my mind

Wait, could it become a hole?

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A Search...

When I first posted an image of this piece I called it "A Search For Place." My thinking was that the bright particle in the abstract photo at the center of the piece was representative of an entity searching for its place in the universe. At the time I thought that was what most persons were doing, seeking a place, a person or a situation that gave them that sense of place; that 'this is where I belong' feeling. Since then I have come to see it differently. The goal of the journey is not to find one place, but the search is within, to draw your true self out so that no matter where you are, there you are and that is the belonging. You then have the peace to belong anywhere and everywhere. So this piece has a second name, "A Search For Self."

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A Whirling About

 Once we were blobs of paint on a canvas

Then line began to define

and before we knew it we were whirling about

and feeling quite divine

In the whirling one may find themselves 

feeling truly, I say, most free

yet activity of such a vigorous nature may call one

to occasionally take a knee

still when you're a blob you have no bone or knee

and when you stop, you just spread out

so with no way of stopping, go on with your blobbing

and continue to whirl about.

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In This Way

 It is so far to the outside

where warmth lives between bodies

within this space

out of a need

we will touch

and in this way

we will be one

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