March 2010

	Jet engine. Overseas. Early spring.
3.1.2010

	Meeting the tree. Time for results. The work swings from inward to outward.
3.2.2010

	Flow of ideas. Intense. Sparse. Concentrated. Dilute. Compressed. Dispersed. And around they go bridging the gap until the next wave.
3.3.2010

	Leaving and arriving. Excitement, energy and ideas.
3.4.2010

	Porticos. A view from above. New work hanging. Fish, wine and fancy plates.
3.5.2010

	Pause. In the hour before the opening I sit in a quiet park and sketch.
3.6.2010

	Recovery. Reshuffling ideas. Searching for the ocean.
3.7.2010

	Whirlwind. Time alone. Spinning ideas in the air. Safe landing.
3.9.2010

	Cycles returning. The circular river persists. Echos of winter in the spring.
3.10.2010

	Abstract goals. Distant deadlines.
3.11.2010

	Facing the infinite. Take time, everyday, to look at the blank canvas and imagine.
3.12.2010

	Cycles again? Drawing cycles? Why cycles? Whose cycles? You're cycles?
3.13.2010

	Lining up the moments. What does it mean when the patterns match?
3.14.2010

	Abrupt shifts. Moving task to task. Phone. Text. Browser. Moments don't match up. What carves a deeper channel?
3.15.2010

	The perfect wave. What flows together to form the seamless moments of our experience?
3.16.2010

	Part of the fabric.
3.17.2010

	Lost in thought...
3.18.2010

	Growing complexity.
3.19.2010

	Boundaries dissolve. Experience doesn't fit in a frame.
3.20.2010

	New season. New perspective. New windows opening.
3.21.2010

	One moment slips into the next. Activities become objects whose memories turn to rituals before new thoughts arise from the echos.
3.22.2010

	Images cycle. Past and present meet. Old styles resonate freshly when the time is right.
3.23.2010

	Cycles of cycles. Patterns within each moment. Chance overlaps. Multitasking. The synchronous rhythms of energetic forms.
3.24.2010

	Quiet tasks. Simple lines.
3.25.2010

	In flight. Limited choices. Conditioned environment. Non-ordinary movement.
3.26.2010

	Remnants. Missing parts. Gathering pieces. Constantly trying to make things fit.
3.28.2010

	A flower called clover. A father weaves his little girl's first clover chain necklace as spring arrives in the south.
3.29.2010

	Catching his first fish seems as mysterious and exciting to a young boy as fighting a dragon. After boredom, patience and austerity the magic cork goes under and he pulls the creature from the deep. Possible danger, wonder, pride, celebration, death and catfish dinner all merge into a new inner knowing.
3.30.2010

	The new grows over the old. How much is different and how much the same?
3.31.2010