August 2012

August 2012

	Convergence.
8.1.2012

	Vortices bordering flow.
8.2.2012

	Aware of awareness while flow isn't flowing.
8.3.2012

	...deep in thought...sometimes...the vortex...
8.4.2012

	...spending time in the timeless...
8.5.2012

	Discordant flowing Ripples from resistance. The river still runs. Aren't the rapids the fun part?
8.6.2012

	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.'
8.7.2012

8.8.2012

8.9.2012

	What elephant can bear the burden of the cycles?
8.10.2012

	Resting on ground.
8.11.2012

	Tendency to frame.
8.12.2012

8.13.2012

	Vortextural Movement Breathing tantrum and recovery panic and rest awake and asleep night and day. Then out of the blue untwisting integration open meaning
8.14.2012

	Vortices quickly fill up a frame.
8.15.2012

	Clinging to a frame.
8.16.2012

	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?
8.17.2012

	How hard is it to leave the picture plane?
8.18.2012

	Where does one begin and end when all contexts have contexts?
8.19.2012

	Considering the frame.
8.20.2012

	Interruptions in the cycle due to jet travel - takeoffs and landings.
8.21.2012

	Many people to be. Assembling the composite self.
8.22.2012

	Self-made boundary.
8.23.2012

	Resting.
8.24.2012

	Through the airports, across the Mississippi, and back to the nest.
8.25.2012

8.26.2012

	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.
8.27.2012

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.

8.28.2012

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?

8.29.2012

	Cushion potato.
8.30.2012

	Dreaming the dream called living on Earth.
8.31.2012