November 2014

	Searching the ground, ass in the air.
11.1.2014

11.2.2014

	Multi-tasking attention amongst Equally strong desires Incomplete in focus Until releasing to resonate Parallel simultaneous whole
11.3.2014

	The robot will write his own story One data point in possibility space Computing Life's purpose
11.4.2014

	The bias against creativity stems from a desire for certainty. Artists! Forward Plunge fuck'em unknowing Endlessly every reveal
11.5.2014

	What is the flavor of contemplating good taste?
11.6.2014

11.7.2014

	What wall exists to dissolve?
11.8.2014

	Every day a different way.
11.9.2014

11.10.2014

	Good shapes
11.11.2014

	The enso leaves home, one stroke follows another, and the journey begins.
11.12.2014

	Today I explored holding focus and openness simultaneously, allowing different parts of the brain to fall into different resonant vibrations, and I found liberation inside concentration.
11.13.2014

	lines of communication me and you inseparably entangled
11.14.2014

11.15.2014

11.16.2014

11.17.2014

I'm almost finished painting one new large work while carving the next. The more absorbed I get in these new pieces the slower I get at writing. But the story continues... A month or so ago I was telling about a weekend I spent totally immersed in my studio. The ending to that story is that the intensity and insight I experienced on that long weekend was not the peak I believed at the time; but, really, just an initiation into a life spent focused on and loving art.

11.18.2014

11.19.2014

	Working late into the night, seduced by expansion.
11.20.2014

My first experience of non-separateness was with a tree. Suddenly I was transported to a high point of view, I saw and felt the world through my leaves; and yet I still knew myself as myself, the awareness was unchanged. I was both me and the tree simultaneously, not separate. And even just now on my way to the studio I felt a moment connected to the trees in the yard. They seemed worried, swaying in the icy wind, and my thought was, "Whatever happens to you happens to me." I worry about the diminishing number of trees in the world. I worry about my family being safe. I worry about the new light in my studio causing a fire, but I know things are safe. I realize the truth; I'm worried about the studio visit tomorrow and worry seems to stick to every thought.

11.21.2014

	Golden visit
11.22.2014

11.23.2014

11.24.2014

	Amid projects, emotions, and seasons, I note the liminality in every moment.
11.25.2014

	In between projects Things get sketchy
11.26.2014

	Infinite bounty
11.27.2014

	Twenty ways to look at snow
11.28.2014

11.29.2014

11.30.2014