November 2013

11.1.2013

	Ego is like sugar. Feed off it, Burn fast and crash.
11.2.2013

	Waking up late Continuum contracts, Resonance feels personal, Fine details merge, My world appears.
11.3.2013

	Nights below freezing, Inner fire.
11.4.2013

11.5.2013

	Given the expansion, that the frame is forever exceeded, what is set free?
11.6.2013

	Awareness in sleep but not a dream.
11.7.2013

	Beauty is a dream, Body is a dream, Being is a dream.
11.8.2013

	Late in the day, Low in the sky, The light.
11.9.2013

11.10.2013

	Can never quite put my finger on it...
11.11.2013

	Seven Lines A line improvised by following the breath. Pencil down on the in breath, pencil up on the out breath. Not able to sit still. Distracted by thought. The way the pencil feels in my hand. Indulging in decoration. The line in my mind abstracted from my vision.
11.12.2013

11.13.2013

	How much meditation for a moment of release? How much release for a moment of meditation?
11.14.2013

11.15.2013

	Recycling. Was it inevitable? Could I have drawn cycles, carved cycles, shown cycles, and talked about cycles, without eventually cycling back? The artworks that grew from the cycles, the 'expansions', are finding their way into the world now; and it feels to me like my energy is returning to a ground state, a basic loop. What will spin out of the mandala next?
11.16.2013

11.17.2013

11.18.2013

	Anything but still. Still seeing lots of turbulence in the drawings, along with indicators of transition, and summaries of the past. Still sensing holidays, family, traveling, and show; drawing spontaneously outside of flow. Still sitting unsettled, mind wandering, thoughts arising, ideas firing; observing the observer observing.
11.19.2013

	Up above my head, I hear music in the air. Up above my head, I hear music in the air. Up above my head, I hear music in the air. I really do believe, I really do believe There's a Heaven somewhere. Lyrics from "Up Above My Head" (1948) by Sister Rosetta Tharpe
11.20.2013

11.21.2013

	Beginning of resonance. An idea still floating but tantalizingly close to the surface. The terms are exciting. The topics disparate. Ego dreams distract. The waves collapse but fail to capture it. I reset to the center and practice patience; not wanting to want.
11.22.2013

	Some days just unfold beautifully all by themselves.
11.23.2013

	Digesting
11.24.2013

	A flower in winter.
11.25.2013

11.26.2013

	Mindful of old patterns emerging.
11.27.2013

	the bell calling attention it doesn't take any special effort to call attention as easy as ringing a bell but hard to remember to ring it
11.28.2013

	While building the travel frames that will carry my large expansion-series artworks to NYC next week, works that will be installed for a show in a new gallery; I have been spending a lot of quality time with my 18V, NiCd, 2-speed, LED, keyless chuck, reversible drill.
11.29.2013

11.30.2013