The world forgetting by the world forgot

"How happy is the blameless vestal's lot? The world forgetting by the world forgot"

Alexander Pope

Painting thoughts

During my last session at Brooks Institute I did some experimentation with tracing some prints and painting them. Due to lack of time I never quite finished all the painting. Thanks to photoshop, I was able to paint in the lines and get an idea of what it might look like. What do you think?

remembering some good times

Wind power

love in the land

I forgot what I might be looking for.

I waited in silence

listening to the whispers of wind

It told me of the cold

I was frightened that it might bring misery

loneliness

But instead,

The cold wind rattled my insides

stung my skin

with promises of brighter colors

secrets and charm

never again will I doubt the friendship of sunsets

and the intimate kisses of sunrise

Looking forward

I wish I could talk to you.

Like the rain talks to wind

Sweeping it up

Dancing its sorrows

In celebration

I wish you could hear me

Telling you how much you've taught me

To love

Everything

I don't know if I would have ever known

The brilliance

To hold another

And feel their breath

To know that living this life

This moment

Is perfect in every way

Presence in time and space

unique existence in the place you happen to be.

Perhaps these things just pass like the tide

But a gift is a gift and I'm enjoying the ride

When standing on the mountain side, and the sky begins my senses

Nothing can sing what the wind eloquently caresses

Only to feel the relief of light, mirrors of the sky

I'll ignite my love, in hopes to fly

Im a vibrating color

seeded from space

San Francisco

"Dark star crashes, pouring it's light into ashes.

Reason tatters, the forces tear loose from the axis.

Searchlight casting for faults in the clouds of delusion.

Shall we go, you and I while we can

Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds?"

Jerry Garcia/Robert Hunter

Self Portrait

Peacock

ColdSprings

Thank you world for being so awesome.

Waterfall into nothing

Taking part of me with you,

It felt like an earthquake of crystals

Reflecting my thoughts in pools of light.

I am a rock; willing to absorb

Warmth, and gifts of enlightenment

I will fly away,

My wooden heart pounding,

Solid in the wind.

Rachel's Room

Strung on the walls

these things look like home

absorb

the sensation

over this

amplified life

In the Trees

These vessels of trees; like moving water

seeping into cracks of dried up life

waiting to be awoken

To the bone

Sending shivers to the bone.

if i were a bug...

I'd creep...

and crawl...

and dissect every limb.

Blasting with flavor!

Do not wake up

talking through ghosts

eager to wake up

my body moves still

like rock over water, wake me up

wake me up to slumber

turn over these numbers

their colors are gone

the ghosts were all wrong

these nights are days

and there are still too many ways

to wake up

and not remember

Bird Castle

The Bird's Castle