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January 2015


1.1.2015


Kona winds...
1.2.2015


Low tide at Kalama Beach
1.3.2015


Encountering larger forces
1.4.2015


Drawing in the surf
1.5.2015


The wind is changing in Kailua
1.6.2015


Going from gentle breezes to a cold wave - A one degree fahrenheit low temperature tonight to welcome us home
1.7.2015


Experience by degree
1.8.2015


A few shells gathered at Kualoa
1.9.2015


1.10.2015


1.11.2015


1.12.2015


Post travel entanglement, red tape, problem fixing, politics, catch-up, follow-up, laying ground work, following through, finishing things, and soon, very, very soon I'm going to have the pleasure of just drawing all day and writing late at night.
1.13.2015


Sensing structure emerging from disorder,
evokes faint strains
of Coltrane's "Meditations" album;
where melody arises from noise.
1.14.2015


After the end and before the beginning. I'm at the edge of the creative cycle, about to enter. This zero position, a totally open state, is where the tarot finds the Fool. Dancing in interstitial space, long ago having finished production, not yet modeling a new work, and seemingly wasting time, I know how a fool feels. I'm not lacking inspiration, will to work, or ideas, yet all I can do is be present in this moment when shakti rises and time accumulates. Once inside the cycle, creativity is my path.
1.15.2015



A fencepost dreams
of returning
to its roots

1.16.2015


1.17.2015


Traveled to Boston to honor my friend, legendary curator and writer, Mario Diacono.
1.18.2015


1.19.2015


1.20.2015


Sustained studio time at last. Things are beginning to emerge.
1.21.2015


I find myself uncharacteristically patient while I allow
the new works to arise, but the glimpses I have
caught so far take my breath away and transform
waiting into savoring. The music builds, the compositions
unfold, the textures speak, and only then am I moved to action.
1.22.2015


Imminent snow storm
1.23.2015


Snowbank covering woodpile
1.24.2015



This and not this

This moment, just like every other moment.
This breath, just like every other breath.
This day, just like every other day.

This night, just like every other night.
This snowstorm, just like every other snowstorm.
This temperature, just like every other temperature.
This winter, just like every other winter.

This season, just like every other season.
This year, just like every other year.
This life, just like every other life.

1.25.2015


Character of the storm
1.26.2015


Stepping forward regardless
1.27.2015


Building a frame around the infinite
1.28.2015



Reveling in the introspection
that characterizes a snowy winter,
I sit for a long time in my studio,
noticing my aversion to the cold
and feeling warmer.

1.29.2015


1.30.2015


Six degrees.
Not separate
From the cold.
1.31.2015