for the books

"It is “simultaneously stable and unstable,” “loud and soft,” “a single tension that carries countless tensions within it.” *

circles

spheres

rounded lines

unending

spiraling

mine

French Confetti

*Kandinsky

take a seat

at our table

songs for...

Satellite.

right about

now.

one

color and tissue paper and I would add cellophane.

flowers on strings.

created by Scout Holiday.

What?

The answer is hyper-collecting. It is time to compile and sift and re-sift until something emerges that is "entirely" my own.

Sure. Why not.

The following will be moments of transition, from some log following a myriad of things and sudden insight, to, for a while at least, my inspiration board.

A prayer of sorts, a touchstone to remind myself what I'm looking to see explode in a calculated manner from my fingertips.

Alors.

On vera.

advice

Don't Forget.

Even though this advice was prompted by the familiar battle this time of year,

I would categorize it as advice for life,

every day in the cold months,

with only slightly modified vocabulary

for the warm{er} ones.

Hope everyone had a lovely Halloween.

Favorite costumes?

How about this one:

A polluted river

AKA

what our rivers will look like if we don't stop polluting them.

for the frustrated mind

"When I say beauty, I mean just the reality and openness to everything."

~Jeff Koons

"... like walking through the forest in the evening, and then the sun finally sets completely, and your relying on the light that was there to navigate through it. It's the moment when your aware of the absence of light."

~Mark Bradford

"It starts with a postcard. I put two of them together and try to connect them. It's fun to imagine what might lie just beyond the edge, but them you work yourself into a no-exit situation where you have to make up something. You might say I make settings for these found objects."

~William Wegman

"We're so used to finding anything in abstraction. If your mind wants to find something, you can find it in almost anything. It's like people finding Jesus in a slice of toast."

~Julian Lethbridge

Can you guess what all these words are speaking to? Now, as the sun finally steals through the thin, crimson leaves during the last few moments of an afternoon like any other? But it saves, somehow, the sun. It saves and it draws a person out of a multi-walled house, out of a multi-dimensional mind rife with frustration and words coming from every which way.

They all apply to a theme present in the everyday, the mundane and the extraordinary. They

apply to something that might or might not necessitate the human consciousness.

The answer might be found in November's Vogue, as well as the accompanying tableaus.

But perhaps it is more fun not to look, not to go looking.

Rather to just feel it for yourself and make it be what it needs to be

for you

in this moment

before the sun draws you back out

or in

.