Sunday, May 21, 2017

The Screwball

My latest piece of art is entitled 
The Screwball—an odd or eccentric person.
There can never be enough people like
this in my life. I find them interesting 
and for the most part highly entertaining. 
Some people might think they have a
few screws loose, but the alternative 
would be to have them tightened down.
Creativity abounds in them, which is the 
right brain stuff, depicted here in
green as opposed to the dark side 
where analytics and boredom reign.
Leaning towards the unpredictable is
what this character is doing. We just 
never know and that is always better 
than thinking we do. 

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Coming and Going

The Realm of Absolute Truth does not exist
in the understanding of reality. There is no 
path to this understanding, no realization, no
awakening. There is no goal, no achievement.
All matter in the universe (if there is matter in
the universe and if there is a universe) does not
exist. For these are merely names and thoughts
and are part of what has been non-existent from
the start. There is no coming and there is no 
going, no being. Things are just as they are, etc. 
And, we call these by name. We label these. 
We venture from the absolute truth of everything
to the ignorance of everything; thinking that
everything exits, has a name, a purpose. In our
more delusional states we even want to hold on
to these in the vain hope that they are ours, 
possess some stability, can be counted on to exist
for us. We even have labels for birth and death. 
We call them birth and death. 
On our best days we say things are coming and going, 
we may claim to understand impermanence and 
embrace it. On our very best days we
do let go, accept what is, struggle 
against the habit of labeling, believing in
the existence of things which can be named.
I think, therefore I am as a conclusion
drawn from the great gift of a mind; 
a gift which is the source of so much ignorance and pain. 
There is no Truth, no Innate-Born Wisdom, no Karma, 
and no effect therefrom. Who are we now? When we die?
A current manifestation of what is, subject to change, never perishing.  

Monday, August 1, 2016

CONNECTED

The air is pure silk this morning. Last night’s storm left in it’s wake a gentle breeze, clarity of sight and sound, sharp relief. I can hear the most minute sounds; see the edges and contrasts of every existence. The leaves in the trees are barely whispering as they sway with the grass. The birdsong is content and happy. There is a definite celebration taking place here in this sanctuary. Where did the people go? The humidity? The anxious feelings? Grateful to be sitting here amidst this quietude alone, but hardly so.
 --Villa des Amis/August 1, 2016

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

CURIOUS


              Villa des Amis


Taking a walk in the garden can be a revelatory act. 
Or not. 
It depends on my state of mind, awareness, openness, curiosity. It saddens me to see how incurious I can be, moving through a space lost in my own story, thoughts, the next sentence, eager to add something while all around is being lost: the church bells, birdsong, the dying rose bloom, an aunt colony, my own breath, how that arbor is shading the hostas now that the winter months are gone, or that the leaves will fall like ripe fruit as the warmth of the days retreat in favor of another season, the wonderment of how many more seasons I have to appreciate the impermanence that surrounds me, while having a desire that this day last in the face of so much evidence it won’t. Look, there’s a blade of grass leaning in the opposite direction from its neighbors. 

Friday, May 20, 2016

LOVE

LPC 2002






















       There are drawings that manifest 
       education and there are drawings 
                  that manifest love.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

REINCARNATION

Villa des Amis/Autumn 2015

Everything disappears, 
            but nothing ends.
    It all comes back in time.
         I certainly intend to.
                     ---Andrew Greig



Monday, August 31, 2015

Meditation

















Quarry Court/North Berwick/Scotland

The fruits of meditation, when it is truly achieved, give one a new lease on life, redouble an individual’s capacity for vigorous and creative action by eliminating all obsession with the pursuit of pleasure or the evasion of pain, and indeed promote the full enjoyment of life with all its good and bad, its beauty and ugliness. It permits one to act instead of constantly reacting. It frees the mind from the eternal conflict of the opposites. Even more, it enhances one’s feelings of compassion so that this freedom cannot be used to the detriment of others and that alone is no small virtue in today’s environment.

 ---from The Quiet Mind by John E. Coleman