playing with shapes all summer long

Well I have not been keeping up with the blog but I have been busy. I have tried to produce more of my sculptures whenever I get the time. Here are a few that are done or still in the works.

"Living Water" Abstract - Wood, paint and photographic image 38"x16"

"Search for Place" Another of the "Soul Star Series" Abstract - wood, paint and Photographic image.      
24"x18"         
Alana and I started this one back on Father's Day

                 "Universe Within" Abstract - Wood, paint - 36"x 22"

No name as of yet. abstract collage - Photographs of original art work placed into a wooden frame. I may be adding more images to the collage and the frame.  

Jeff kickin it abstract    

          

Moment # 15

Notion #18

Where are we now?

It took too long to know the flower

She spread her wings and flew away

It was not supposed to be that way

Flight was never to be the flower's gift

but she took it

pulled the roots out and leapt

dirt falling as she rose

I reach out, but she was quick

That was the moment I first asked

where are we now?

If things are going to change

how will we know

where we are?

Fear will overtake me

I will find it difficult to function

Will I find rocks that speak of dreams

 ants that live to dance,

trees that take long walks? 

If this kind of thing is allowed 

the world, no, the universe

will need a rewrite.

We always assume we know where we are

and where every thing is supposed to be

but there is no real "supposed to be"

life is an illusion 

in fact most of the world's inhabitants believe

that the universe was made by a higher force or being 

which means we are "made up"

and if it was not made by a divine being

that would also imply there is no supposed to be

everything is up for grabs, including the flying flowers.  

so where are we now? 

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Just me tripping on my Digital Photography

Jeff wondering

Digital Demolition

 

Sky's End

 





Truth's Flame

Dragon Trainer

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Photographs Manipulated in the computer.

Jeff smearing images

Moment #14

Impact

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Jeff causing collisions

A Whisper

This is a whisper in my head. That means it is not clear. Not a clear thought or idea, just a whisper.

There are these spirits that run across one of the valleys in my soul. They are warriors, hunters, reactors. They react without thought, quickly, so quickly that sometimes their action is complete before the event has begun. I know that is not possible but remember this is not real, I think, just a whisper. There is a deity that watches them from some place that feels not like my soul but more like my head. Okay now I am not saying that this means my soul is some place other than my head, but we are talking about feeling, not knowing. So I really don't need to explain this.

Anyway the deity watches and often sends storms into the valley in order to bring about change. The storm destroys the spirit warriors village and causes them to move and rebuild and keep trying to bring order back to their life. They do all this quickly, so quickly.

One day the deity set a storm that lasted for some time. The warriors hid from it as long as they could, but then chose to war against the storm. As the storm raged on, all they would do would be to run at it and try to pierce it with their spears. The storm simply sent the spears flying back, many warriors were killed. When the storm died out, something strange was left behind. A sphere that spoke of wonders, secrets, and dreams lay on the valley floor. Some listened, but most reacted swiftly and tried to kill the sphere and stop it from speaking.

As the spears struck the sphere they were drawn in and the energy of the spears brought with them the story of each warrior. All the spears gathered in the center of the sphere creating a kind of flower that seemed to amplify the wonderings that continued to emanate outward from the sphere. The sight and the stories slowed the warriors and they stopped their swift reacting and began to think and wonder about everything.
To this day the spirit warriors sit listening and at peace, in one of the valleys of my soul. They listen to the sphere reflecting there stories back to them. The sphere I believe is a fragment of the creative force of the universe. These fragments lodge themselves in many places with in each persons soul. We then spend our entire lives making attempts to hear the stories of existence held with in us.

This has been a whisper, only a whisper, if it had been actual information it would have made sense.

This is the full therapy painting the whispers came from. Just me playing with paint. The colors have been computer enhanced, the original is really quite dull.

Jeff listening to paint

Emotional organism

An emotional organism is an imaginary creature created by layers of unresolved emotions that build up in most humans. These organisms or parasites make it difficult for a person to be fully engaged in living. Each layer contains emotional language waiting to be deciphered. It is not a rational language that can be read in any consistent manner. It is  a language that must be felt by each individual in their own way and time. If you say, "the symbols I see do not make sense", this means you are trying to "think" the language out  and not "fee"l it. You must first feel the language of the layer and then use thought to articulate what has been felt. 

It also must be explained there is no direction to reading layers, up or down, left or right direction is too much a part of thought. You can even start in the center and read in both directions at once, although this is highly advanced. Don't worry it may not be clear right away, it could take hours, days, years, a life time to read the emotional language of the layers.
This representation of an imaginary emotional organism is for sale for $2500.00 it is about 32"x 26" Made of wood, acrylic paint and pen.

Jeff in deep