I don't have the words
but I have many questions
pierced, I am soul sick
I don't have the words
but I have many questions
pierced, I am soul sick
Nature always has a way of humbling me. Just doing "it"s thing", it is dazzling in it's simplicity, and awe inspiring in it's timing. The conditions all fall into line, the right amount of rain, not to cold, not too hot, and presto, spring blooms in October. They glow, for just a day or two, putting everything they have, and everything they are into this one moment. Glorious. Most will pass by without a second glance, but I "see" them, and I marvel, and I feel lucky for it. Were I wise enough to live so brightly everyday of my life...
anything can be
eased, with unconditional
love from a big dog
I hear people speak of unconditional love, but the only place I have ever known it to exist, is in dogs. Many voices have said the words, and then followed them with something hurtful, or unacceptable, as though saying it, is enough, but it means little without action or acceptance. I have yet to meet the human capable of it, and I am not sure it would be a healthy relationship if I did. However, in a dog, you find the purest soul. There is no guise, no agenda. Dog lovers know, they do not care how you look in the morning, what your weight is, how much money you have, what your IQ is, how you dress, or what kind of car you drive. Dogs love. They love with every fiber of their being, and if you are lucky enough to be loved by a dog, you have found a treasure indeed.
Well alas, I was not the winner in the JTNP Expo, but I am happy with my piece, nonetheless. My largest fractal to date, and I am loving where this journey is taking me. In October will be the Hwy. 62 Art Tours, and I am looking forward to another wonderful experience, and some great sales. The end of 2016 looks to be very busy with shows, and I already have my first one scheduled for 2017. I will do the work, may the Universe send me the rewards.
Reflecting back on the last nine months, and really the last three years, it is a constant reminder of how grateful I am. After completing a BA in Art History, and one in Art Studio from UC Davis, in 2000, I got scared, and got a job in a computer networking firm. It was lucrative, I liked all my co-workers, and I thought that was enough, but it wasn't. Slowly, over twelve years, it ate everything away, that I cared about, that I was. It became a hostile work environment, it put me in the hospital, it put me in severe debt, trying to buy happiness, because my job was making me so miserable. In 2013 I lost the job, and was released from my self appointed prison. I decided, I could be scared and go find another job, that would likely make me just as ill, or I could take a chance, give up some luxuries, sell some possessions, and take a chance on doing what I love. Since you are reading this, I don't think I need to tell you my decision.
The last three year, working my butt off harder than I ever have, have given me more happiness than the twelve years before. They have not always been easy, but they have been joyful, and now the ball is rolling. Every day, a little better, a little busier. This last twelve months has graced me with seven exhibitions. So much work, and I am so thankful for every bit of it. I have spoken of this before, but I think it is so important, to have balance, to be grateful, to lead an honorable life. I am so glad I made my move. My mantra: I will do the work, I ask the Universe to bestow the gifts. And the Universe has listened.
Generally speaking, I don't continually look at my pictures while I am taking them. Call me old-school, but I still like the surprise that used to come with shooting film, hoping you got "the one". The irony of that is, we shot less frames, and usually got "the one", as opposed to now, when we can shoot hundreds of frames, and sometimes, get nothing. Balance is the key, in everything really. When I went back days later and saw this One, I instantly thought "Balance". Aside from the initial Yin/Yang thing going on, you are looking at where two worlds meet, one above and one below the surface of the water, that live in harmony. We should all aspire to something so simple. We might be happier.
I am happy to announce that I was selected for the fourth annual Joshua Tree National Park Exposition. The above image was submitted, but not selected. That one I am saving for the exhibit. Now, here is to crossing my fingers, hoping I win, or at least sell my piece. The reception is on Saturday, September 17, 2016, at The 29 Palms Art Gallery from 5-8 pm, free to the public. This is very exciting for me, please come and share this grand evening.
loss is an odd thing
not seen by the eye
at your very hand
I broke, like you are broken
done, as was done past
true acceptance is
the best aphrodisiac
if you can find it
And so it goes...
Most people think that Lotus flowers and Water Lilies are the same thing. While it is true that both grow in water, they are in fact, very different plants. There are Sacred Lotus, Yellow Lotus, and any of the three Egyptian Lotus, which more characteristically resemble water lilies, were it not for their tall stems that hold them high above the water to be closer to the sun. That is in fact, how you can tell the difference between a water lily and a lotus; water lilies grow from pads, and stay close to the surface of the water, lotus reach high on tall stalks, needing the heat and the sun to bloom. They bloom only in the summer when the water gets warm enough, and they are difficult to catch at just the right moment of blooming. I guess that is why I find them so special. I will be making my annual trek in a few days, to see if I can time it right, and catch these historically revered flowers in all their glory. I hope the Universe looks kindly on me.
Spent the last week taking a road trip to New Mexico, Land of Enchantment. No kidding? Spent four days in Santa Fe, and it felt like home, oozing in art and artists, and something stunning around every corner. Remember that something "big" I was talking about? This might be it. Looking to expand, post haste. This place is something I want to be a part of.
how do you travel?
by vehicle or by mind?
both fill the spirit.
For weeks I have felt like something big was on the horizon. The Solstice is approaching, and coincidentally it is also the full moon. Strong energies, and they are washing through me and over me. Something big is on the horizon.
I'm not Buddhist, but oddly enough, I find myself drawn to any image of Buddha, especially if I am not feeling myself. He makes me feel peaceful. Maybe I should be Buddhist. The Four Noble Truths speak a lot about about suffering, and the eightfold path to free yourself from it: right view, right intention, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right mindfulness, right concentration, but what if the eightfold path doesn't "work"? Suffering exists, because we must know suffering to know joy. If I believe in anything at all, I believe in balance in the Universe.
the deepest of illusions
perception drives us
A day is a gift
There's no present, like the time
No time like the "now"
A day can change everything, and does. Notice each one, before they all pass by, and give your time to those who acknowledge the present that it is.
Well, my first featured show is done, and I was wondering what was going to come next, but it turns out, it already has. I was selected for a one night only, music and photographic exhibit at the Annenberg Theater, of The Palm Springs Art Museum, on May 7: http://opendesert.org. I am very excited! Six images were submitted, I have no idea of how many are accepted, but this accompanied with a successful show, has made me feel I am on the path I was meant for. Thank you everyone, who came out to see my and Ellen's work. We intend on continuing to look for venues to exhibit our Meditations show, such was the wonderful feedback that we received from everyone, and are already planning new work.
Did you know some snakes are cannibalistic?
As a rule, I avoid the news. A. I find I am much happier in my life when not obsessing about things I cannot change. B. The concept of credible journalism went out the window when every reporting agency began copying and pasting all of their articles from the Associated Press (with the same typos), rather than checking the customary three independent sources for consistency of facts, before printing or reporting on a story, any story. Consequently, this country has become one run by liars, and then reported on by liars, which pretty much makes the First Amendment moot, given that nothing that is said can be believed anyway. It is an interesting predicament, and sure to become more interesting this year, for in as much as I believe we will be swirling the drain a little faster, regardless of who the Biggest Loser is.
In truth, this post is not to begin a political diatribe, merely to state my fear about the future of this country, and to express my heartfelt sorrow, that this is no longer the Republic I was raised to be patriotic towards, but a corrupt Plutocracy that is showing no signs of diminishing in growth, and this fact is true, whether you are Republican, Democrat, Independent, or Purple People Eater.
Speaking with some friends tonight, we were discussing the near absolute power that Congress holds, and the money that controls them, and the inability of any Presidential candidate, but especially an honest one, to ever battle against it and accomplish anything that might go against the Congressional Flow. And my friend said, "Congress even eats their own." She is right. Our government has been at a near standstill for almost two decades, because Congress is filled with octogenarian cannibals. It isn't a Bush thing, it isn't an Obama thing; don't lie to yourself, Commander in Chief has become an honorary title only. It is very much about congressmen and CEOs in bed together deciding who to eat next.
Here in the desert, our snakes have purpose, they keep the rodent population down to a manageable level. To the snakes in Washington, we are the rodent population. Ever seen how smart a squirrel is? If we were all really smart squirrels, we would quit paying so much attention to the Presidential race, and we would vote out every single incumbent congressman or congresswoman possible, and then do the same in the next election until there was some new blood in that building, and we would demand that a fresh blood transfusion happened in term limits, just like the office of President. Until then, watch for rattlesnakes.
My thoughts have been on so many things these last weeks, getting ready for my show, big gallery auction, Easter coming up, etc., etc., I was having trouble thinking of what I wanted to write about, then I thought about what keeps floating to my mind. In the midst of everything, there was a loss. A man I had known since 1985, infamous in his nature, and an icon in our small community up the hill. Sitting here, thinking of how to describe him, words fail me, and that is likely for the best, but I will say it was one of the most entertaining, services I have ever attended, and that was so him, and so how he affected people. The picture above is from his yard, I took it a couple of years ago, and it is one of many pieces of "yard art" that came about in his 35 year tenure at that house. He was sometimes a benevolent friend, and sometimes he could rub you raw, rubbing you the wrong way, but I had no problem crying a river when I heard he was gone, and he will be missed. I just wanted to say my own kind of farewell. Santa Claus has left the building, and the gate will be kept closed. Goodbye Mason.
You get a chance to look back, maybe with a little more accuracy than most, and see where you came from, where you have been, and how far you have come. Even though I have always had a camera, I would not have called myself a photographer until a few years ago. Before that I was like most, working a regular job, making a regular paycheck, full of predictability...and it was killing me. Literally. In my last two years at my "normal" corporate job, I spent more time in bathrooms, doctor's offices, and eventually the hospital, when my employer caused me to have my first ever panic attack, and they had to take me away in an ambulance. Shortly after, I lost my job, and it saved my life. That was three years ago, and I was reborn. These ravens were one of my first shots that started me thinking I was in the wrong line of work, that working for the almighty dollar, rather than a purposeful life is a waste of my time. And I mean that literally, it was wasting my time. That is something I have learned, that time is the only truly valuable commodity that one has, because we can never earn more.
Money is great, and a necessary evil, but when you are facing your death, what is it's value then? Time, on the other hand, is priceless. In about two weeks time, my first featured artist show will take place, and it isn't the last, others are scheduled, and I am beyond excited. It is a struggle sometimes, much of the time, actually, and my financial security is not what it once was, and I worry, oh yes, I worry, but I AM happy, and there isn't enough money in the world to buy that from me. I am grateful everyday, that I was given the opportunity to see that I was following the wrong dream, someone else's dream. I broke a wing, and when it healed, I flew away from the comfort and security of the nest we are all told we should live in, and set my sights on the unknown. It is scary, and thrilling, and seems to find a way of working out everyday, and now I know my time is no longer being wasted.
A fellow artist once said to me, "To not follow your calling, is to deprive the world of your true energy. It is a selfish act, and it doesn't serve anyone, including yourself." Truth.
A camera does something the human eye can never do, freeze a moment in time. It sees objectively. However, I have come to see that it can still only show us one reality, which ever one we believe we will see. Ultimately, we are still the observer, squeezing all the possibilities down into one believable illusion. Try another on for size. Working on an emotional and intuitive level, and applying scientific principles to edit my nature photography, I have discovered a visual representation of the infinite realities going on all around us, and know now, as I always have, that we are all connected.
moon or butterflies?
do you see both? both are there
waiting to be seen
We take a lot for granted these days. One of those things, is that we do not live in a world with an endless supply of resources. In a world bigger than Asteroid B612, it is easy to forget that we do, in fact, live in a closed ecosystem, and we share it's increasingly limited resources with an exploding, consistently out-of-balance global human population. This of course, is a touchy subject, but overpopulation is truly at the core of the majority of the world's problems, and becoming aware of this problem, and acknowledging it, is the only way to make it to the future. My upcoming show is, in part, about bringing the viewer to this awareness. It will focus on seeing the divine in nature, and hopefully bring about the acknowledgement that human life is not the only life in this world that is important. Point of fact, we are at an incredible disadvantage sitting on the top of the pyramid. Knock us off, the rest of the pyramid stays standing, but carving away at the base, recklessly, arrogantly, we at the top, will most surely fall in the end.
The moon has always been very important to me. This last year saw the completion of a long series focused on the moon, which I hope to have ready for public consumption by Spring. She is more than simply an astronomical object, a heavenly body which holds sway on our tides and our moods. She is kindred. My Sister. She watches over me. She listens to me, and I feel renewed in her surreptitious light. I am in awe of her, and the magic she bestows on the world.
my sister, you glow
stealing all our brother's shine
without him knowing