Creuse, France

Drew this during my stay in Creuse, France. I was there with Distractfold and I filmed the Le Bruit de Musique Festival hosted by Lê Quan Ninh.

I was re-reading Valis and learning about the stages of decay

Constellation

time traveler
At night, a tiny slug sat atop–and was illuminated by–the vast expanse of my iphone’s display…it all said everything’s going to be ok.

and on another day…

3 birdhouses

Ragwort

I was sitting outside in May and saw –just as so many people must have thought before me–that if you spend some time looking into these things that are growing that you could find deep whirlpools for your interest (the geometry of growth, the why of this or that, etc) if you wanted that, or you could just sit and more passively have an experience. Either way you could never touch bottom. Lately, when I feel myself getting pulled such a little–really, unassuming–whirlpool, I’m trying to make it a point to draw that thing that acts like a nexus, and follow it in.  Though I don’t think there is anything more authentic than interfacing with its face. It is the face of reality, infinitely authentic at every level. And also not drawing it for the sake of the depiction, but as a method to spend time out there with it.  Out there….within….I want that contour to dissolve.

Then I made a print so I could share something of it with other people. It’s a separate idea maybe, but coming from the same place. It’s like I’m pointing to the same thing the nexus opened to. Not restricted by location…a non-local…node…connection…. (And now this idea disintegrating into my own uncongealed thinking/feeling about it.)

This post is that too.

Dialogue

I made these a year ago but I wasn’t ready to let anyone see them. I worked on these everyday for a while then. They’re a dialogue I was trying to open up to. Between me and me…or the universe and the universe. They are both, and they are silly.  They’re little drawings, because as it turns out the universe is ridiculous sometimes.

That’s Helmut Lemke. He was my teacher for a while.

That’s my husband, Rod. We don’t always see eye to eye.

Nothing Solid

Kingthumb

morpheus and neo

instruction

critic

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I Release

“The offering up or cleaning up ego stuff is called purification. Purification is the act of letting go. This is done out of discriminative awareness. That is, you understand that you are an entity passing through a life in which the entire drama is an offering for your awakening. You see that the life experience is a vehicle for coming to God, or becoming conscious, for becoming liberated. And you understand ultimately that’s what you are doing here.” Excerpt from Ram Dass’ book “Polishing the Mirror”

(Returned on January 2015 by it’s previous owner.)