January 2017

	Drawing from the place where ocean kisses sky
1.1.2017

1.2.2017

1.3.2017

	Coral hula ocean goodbye
1.4.2017

	I wake up in freezing NY wondering if it was all just a dream
1.5.2017

1.6.2017

	Islands fading into snowdrifts
1.7.2017

A fleeting thought, an upturned corner of the plane of existence, a tremor noticed on the edge of perception, a contraction I have been trying to be open enough to observe arising, finally revealed itself as my own resistance to reality, a reluctance to make things happen when things don't happen on their own, and a sadness when the light and music diminish, forced to live, for moments or days, outside of the dream.

1.8.2017

1.9.2017

1.10.2017

	I next encountered dense woods with a strange door but there was never a question of not entering.
1.11.2017

	A whole storm fit inside my mouth
1.12.2017

	Admitting the mirror has cracks
1.13.2017

	Improvisational drawing means sometimes sticking my neck out
1.14.2017

1.15.2017

	"We must rapidly begin the shift from a thing-oriented society to a person-oriented society. When machines and computers, profit motives, and property rights, are considered more important than people, the giant triplets of racism, extreme materialism, and militarism are incapable of being conquered." -Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. from his "Beyond Vietnam" speech at Riverside Church on Apr. 4, 1967
1.16.2017

1.17.2017

	Consciousness interpenetrating material reality, Purusha and Prakrti in union, as multiple orthogonal worlds simultaneously, resonantly, and timelessly come into being.
1.18.2017

1.19.2017

1.20.2017

	Figure dancing with ground
1.21.2017

1.22.2017

	Now is the winter
1.23.2017

1.24.2017

	Vessels of all sizes
1.25.2017

	Solipsism is all in my head
1.26.2017

	Notice the resistance
1.27.2017

	That time when Krishna's mother peered inside his mouth and saw the Universe...
1.28.2017

	Fingers pointing at the moon
1.29.2017

	Stormy feedback
1.30.2017

	Buried in layers, thoughts die of boredom, while unembarrassed, hidden within the natural introspection of winter, imagination gets naked and dances 'til dawn.
1.31.2017