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