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|Vortices bordering flow.|
|Aware of awareness while flow isn't flowing.|
|...deep in thought...sometimes...the vortex...|
|...spending time in the timeless...|
Ripples from resistance.
The river still runs.
Aren't the rapids the fun part?
|I know that I am passing through some kind of retro-field when I see the mixing of old and new. At this phase of the expansion the vortex is starving for material and seems to be collecting past ideas. It might be more artspeak to say, 'revisiting earlier work.'|
|What elephant can bear the burden of the cycles?|
|Resting on ground.|
|Tendency to frame.|
tantrum and recovery
panic and rest
awake and asleep
night and day.
Then out of the blue
|Vortices quickly fill up a frame.|
|Clinging to a frame.|
|Usually I deal with my emotions by looking inside, never considering that the shape of the moment was anything but a constant. Now the question that seems to be presenting itself is something like: How does a changing frame alter flow?|
|How hard is it to leave the picture plane?|
|Where does one begin and end when all contexts have contexts?|
|Considering the frame.|
|Interruptions in the cycle due to jet travel - takeoffs and landings.|
|Many people to be. Assembling the composite self.|
|Through the airports, across the Mississippi, and back to the nest.|
|I want to believe that my best work results from consistent practice; but, in my experience, the most careful planning still comes down to single moments, and what springs from those few intense moments is what ripples out into the world.|
A monk in robes receiving teachings from a spirit in the trees.
I think a lot about the source of creativity and the stories we tell to explain the things we create.
Moses got the ten commandments by listening to a disembodied voice on a mountain?
A little boy in Switzerland named Carl Jung used to sit in his backyard and hold conversations with a voice in a rock. Later he introduced the idea of projection. Are the ideas outside of us coming in or are they inside of us and we just make them up?
When I sat down to draw this afternoon I only intended to be a vehicle for the creative process and this image of transmission appeared. Or maybe my desire for meaning transformed this scribble scrabble into the story I am telling.
When I was in high school, my mother and I would brainstorm about possible science fair projects.
One year she suggested I read about the four color map theorem. It states that no more than four colors are required to shade the regions of a map so that no two adjacent regions have the same color. I eventually choose a different topic but the concept never left me.
Who could have known how deeply that idea would influence the way I choose to arrange color?
|Dreaming the dream called living on Earth.|