soulmomentreflection

San Jose, Costa Rica.


Point of Journey

Journey to the end of the street, down Main Highway

Back down Main Highway

To work on Art

To work at the Art Gallery

To work on writing

To work on printing

To work on that one piece that is almost done

Journey to the end of town

Home.

Work on Love

Work on dinner

Work on Zen

Journey to the strip mall

Work behind the bar

Serve food, pour beer & humor the needy

Work on multi tasking

Realize more needs

Journey to bed

Contemplate breath

Work to be in the gap

Work to leave work behind

Work to not scratch 20 mosquito bites

Work to be a calm

To be in stillness

To expand stillness

To not smoke a joint to attain stillness

To not smoke a joint?

Why?

The headline question is, Why?

If mind makes matter, replace why with is?

Look at what you have created, at work on your journey to be!

Talk to self through paper to converse with one’s own mystery, which is

The mind and birth of thought as we

Work through the days

Stampede to the next birthday just so you can exhale

Remember the exhale as you accelerate

The sweet release you give to self when palms open

And when palms open to extend fingers

This is the stuff magic is made of –

Watch it disappear when you are not looking.

As matter turns to frequency

The revelation?

None of that shit matters.


Cuello De Darma Fig

Objects make up the substance of the world. That is why cannot be composite –

Ludwig Wittgenstein.

fig

 


Appleritions of Eve

Objects are what is unalterable and subsistent; their configuration is what is changeable and unstable – Ludwig Wittgenstein.

appleritions of eve

 


Apple Fatale

Objects contain a myriad of layers – Calling Free

Thought

apple fatale

 


The Center is Everywhere

center everywhere

Here’s my latest photoshop/word art contribution. Took this photo while canoeing in the Florida Everglades, Big Cypress to be specific. Gorgeous!


If we live forever…

if we live forever but not in each moment mini card

This is dedicated to my best friend, Lorena Wright. She came up with this quote when we were teenagers, drunk and underage and very prophetic. This is a typewritten quote on a mono-print card. 2by3inches.


Memories Make Fairytales

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Mono print & silkscreen on paper 8 by 6


power


Fat Cat Diary

frankie

This is an Ode to Frankie. Frankie found me sitting on the bench outside the kitchen window. He would pop out of the bushes, meowing and flirting as cats do. This began to happen often and I started feeding him sandwich meats and tins of tuna, whatever I could find. Mother told me, ‘there’s no way THAT CAT can come in’ reminding me of shedding fur and fleas and allergies. It wasn’t until I left home that mum had a bit of the ’empty nest’ syndrome. One stormy night, a very wet and bedraggled looking Frankie pressed his face against the window, bellowing to come in, ears flat against the wind and rain. Mum opened the door and dried him off with a towel. He is now a permanent resident, with his own cat-flap galore.  It’s interesting how cats turn up when you need them, whether you know it or not. They are always a welcome addition to the house, even if they weren’t planned, I bet the cat chose you long before you thought to open the door.

 


The center is everywhere

sunset

The words are lines of poetry from ‘Calling Free Thought,’ a poem I wrote partly inspired by the movie, I Heart Huckabees.

On the boat over black water sound, key largo. Enjoying a moment as the sun set. Of course I had to go home and try to recapture the moment by adding a poem to it.


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