...to stand on the meeting of two eternities, the past and future, which is precisely the present moment; to toe that line. -H D Thoreau

We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be
to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. -
T. S. Eliot


Amuse me, I'm thinking too hard.
First up  ….  I say ready, and I got nothing — then something comes to me. Sometimes all you have to do is say you got nothing, for the inspiration to fall in your lap. It’s the open sesame of the mental cave, that, once opened, out tumbles all the ideas of purpose. That’s my angle and I’m sticking to it. I enjoy being near the edge of disastrous creating, where the art begins to take on a life of its own. Even when I am wrangling in the work through process, I am always surprised with the outcome.

Second … Using one point perspective is like putting a ruler to your intuitive process. I do like to see those invisible lines vanishing into the distance, but only in real life when they can change with every step. On paper it is annoyingly close to perfection. I also like to see  a rainbow around everything, kinda cool.

And there has to be third … An indelible snap of a man in my mental scrapbook. He could sort of, you know, place his hands on the carburetor of a running engine and sort of, you know, massage it and it would respond to him. It was his claim to manly mechanic fame.

Whatever you fear the most, is probably your best way to go.


Exhibit E / Burdensome Keychain
It has occurred to me that we all carry some form of keychain around with us on a day to day basis. The object itself takes on different forms, having to do with need, want, and what happened to be our last fob gift. The object itself notwithstanding, the emotional and physiological weight of the keychain is often heavy duty. This is what I need to carry in my pocket: a charm of subtle nagging, and the simple, yet unforgettable people met along the way.

Saying very little, as they were practiced in the art of omission.

Paying in cryptomnesia arrears.

Is there room for another life in here somewhere? Where do those numbers come from? Why can’t X be just X. Why does it have to be something else? Not going to the garden party is not good.To be a good Mathematician you have to really want to find the correct answer. I just never cared that much. I'm okay with not knowing, I'm okay with unshaped-ness of bits, I'm okay with holes for spirits to come and go. You okay? 

Well here we are … and in this huge vastness of nothingness, Im astounded that we are anything at any time at anyplace … but here we are together.


Open a can of worms, what do you see? 
I mean, besides worms.

And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, 
till the Devil whispered behind the leaves 'It's pretty, but is it Art?'
- Rudyard Kipling.

I am still learning.
- Michelangelo

Jump, and you will find out how to unfold your wings as you fall.
- Ray Bradbury

Beauty and the devil are the same thing.
- Robert Mapplethorpe


Metta: Loving Kindness Illuminated

Pages 8 & 9 with insert - Above words from the Metta Sutra.

"All the thoughts of a turtle are turtle."   - Ralph Waldo Emerson 

"'Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with,' the Mock Turtle replied, 'and then the different branches of Arithmetic Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision'."    - Lewis Carroll