Harnett-Hargrove, Harnett, Hargrove

Erase yourself – i mean, brace yourself.

Shoulds walk in a wide open field - where do they meet? When do they pass on parallel paths never touching? This type of falling is almost a complete time change.

i saw a man of two minds. One wore a hat, the other carried his. Two women balanced baskets on their heads. One full of branches, one full of empty. Though they all walked w/ care + caution. But the empty basketed women walked w/ a bit more confidence. 

i admire Bruegel's way letting the viewer discover camouflaged themes in his work. He seems to be busy w/ the embracing the whole catastrophe thingy. The device undercuts the importance of what he believes is important, + so, drives home the importance of what he believes. The smallest detail becomes a crashing glissando that will not be ignored. He has this perfect way of dismantling our minds, to ensure them being built up again w/ crisp sight + fresh response. 

Okay, yea, well — i think he's pretty cool.

The inner palette of decay...
His paintings were but the thinnest films of oils and pigments, easily scratched, easily rubbed out, easily smeared, upon wood panels so easily broken and burned. He himself but a sack of blood and bile and choler, fit to burst and leak at any time. And out in the world, evil piled upon evil, with no end in sight
-Rudy Rucker / Bruegel 

Paint what you know is there, not what you see.
- Pablo P


Taking random shots at important questions.

Free Will or Working Cause?

Cause seems to be a push — pushing you along w/ what comes next. The because.

Will is a pull, pulling along what you want to happen, making it go a certain way. 

Which wins out most of the time?

Biting the proverbial coin to see if it's real. 

Having a mental filibustering afternoon.  
Over-thinking till the final hour. 
The way hard boiled ideas, get kicked to the curb.

W/ me, cryptomnesia wins most of the time. But i may have figured that before now.


Randomness has been the newest normal.

I've always preferred mythology to history. Because history is made up of truths which eventually turn to lies. Mythology is made up of lies that eventually become truths. -Jean Cocteau

Check Engine light requires the dreaded Push Codes … or, Yea, Right.
#P0442/evap emissions system leak … aka she'll take the bait. 
#P0507/idle air control higher per min … aka reel her in.
#P0328/knock senior … aka basic sucker punch. 

Arguing w/ myself. 
Head vs. Heart
Reason vs. emotion
One side accused of being unreasonable the other of not caring.

You can't fight in here! This is the war room!  -Pres. Merkin Muffley / Dr. Strangelove

Everywhere the Queensbury rules do not apply, nor the hierarchy tidal rules of chess.

The bad news we are all going to double-ell. The good news is there's plenty of pillows in the basket.


Harnett-Hargrove, Harnett, Hargrove

Dream of  an art opening. The room was totally empty, very well lit + the walls were washed warm white. It was entitled The Power of Omission.

That which you mistake for madness is but an over-acuteness of the senses. -Edgar Allan Poe

Random thoughts + foolish notions:

What would you think of a person who said, I'm an artist, but I'm taking a year off.

Rilke - still living the questions / living questions.

Is it always hard to relate to a complicated person. Nothing as always.

Feeling like i need to be where i’m going to end up. So i can be there a while. 

Assumption flying into heaven vs. assumption religious. Everyones guess.

System vs. Goal. Stick w/ a system + you will attain the goal.

i realized everyone has a thought process that spirals in + me not being able to untie a knot doesn't mean it can’t be. These days i tend to turn everything into a Tarkovsky movie. i jump to explore the spiritual + metaphysical at a slow pace w/ long looks, using the imagery of dreams, nature, + memory.

Jumping into the story - i’m presuming it must be the integral part of a more complete corpus.

The ongoing challenge is to create a something that will make me turn the page, yet keep me looking back to see if i got it right.

Rest on that.


Directions slow to cresindo.

i had lost my notebook, shoes + mis-placed my fancy math text. Frustrated, all i could do was glimpse down the hill over the trees to see the web of streets i needed to navigate to get to the University, + the dreaded class i was late in attending. i ended up cutting through yet another building. Moving higgily-piggily, outrunning my sight i slammed into Andy Warhol. i pardoned + asked him for directions. He responded politely saying  this was the symposium building + that they, too, were searching for answers. i inquired if he + the rest of the students were using the correct accent.


As soon as i realized i did not have to play tag, i didn't.