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Shapes in a Pile Doodle from sketch book 2025 |
need to share something
so maybe a pile of shape
every shape
leaves you with something
feeling, a memory, an idea
shapes are everything
they make up the world we see
and they move around in our brains
at least they do in mine
so from time to time I unload some
maybe you can use them
take them into your brain
or hang them on your wall
don't worry about me
I will make more.
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| "Letting me through, letting me go!" |
And I will always be
There is no real need
To be done
Or to have begun
For now, is fine
no real time
Let go the mind
Everything is motion
Spins the Spiral
I am the flow
No need to know
Or fear
What's was far is near
You speak I hear
I cry I grow
It's always letting go
sometimes you just write and wait for it to make sense.
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In Process |
other day that it seem like if you
create or want to own abstract art
you have to be comfortable with
being lost. The image to the right
is being worked on at the writing
of this blog post. It is in process,
that is not its title. I keep adding
elements and I am never sure
where it will go next. I tend
to spend long moments just staring
at it and then all of a sudden adding something.
It is as if I was lost in the woods with several directions I could
go in and then I just choose and go. With so many choices of
directions I could go in I think that is what keeps me making
art. Once I finish one piece with all its directional choices I start
over saying well let's take a different path.
So the next time you are looking at an abstract piece of art
ask yourself am I comfortable with being lost or do I need the
way to be clear. The art is not just about the artist, it is also
about you.
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?
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
Jeffkimsey-carroll.com
"My Mind Nebula" is a colorful cloud that swirls around in my head. In my mind's self-fabricated reality there are actually many different nebula clouds. They are where I retreated when the teachers back in school said I was day dreaming. I fill these clouds with dream, in a form of language that only the soul can read.
We are beings of the outer world; we live by our senses. We measure, categorize, predict and plan everything out. We are driven by knowledge. We are now coming into a time where finding a balance between knowing and feeling will be the only way to thrive and survive.
The reality is, the inner world is as big as the outer. In fact, the inner world may be larger than the universe itself. Then again, it may be the same place altogether. Whose mind nebula do you imagine you are living in?
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I am just drawing to find myself
To see if I am still in the line
The line is a journey
I travel within the line
The line has power and presence
When I am the line I am in control
Doing what I need to do
Yes the line can be frightening
That's okay
I just keep moving
When I stop sometimes I have something
I always have something
When I am the line.
we are each a very colorful entity
all living in the same universe
no matter how far we are from one another
We impact each other
The variety of skins we wear
disguise our true nature
The true nature cannot be described
It is felt none the less
It is a feeling of oneness
that both excites us and terrifies us at the same time
It is this emotional polarity
that causes us to in one moment wage war
and in another risk our own life to save another
I will continue this thought later on.
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.
And held fast within the layers of time and energy
These are fragments of photos mounted on blocks of wood that I then moved around on a black canvas and photograph. The individual shapes you see in these images are parts of photos that have been cut up. I can use the shapes again and again and arrange them any way I want and then rephotograph them. I can then work with them in Photoshop in the computer again to change them even more.
