Noir, a haiku
my world holds a truth
black and white; or right and wrong
hinge on intention
Shadows, a haiku
Form, inseparable
from its shadow, dark, which is
dependent on light
Rainbows, a haiku
dependent effect
light, water and cloud appear
seven colours clear
Noir: A small collection of spilled ink pieces, photographed on a sunny day
A collection of skulls & such –
Death & Impermanence in ink & watercolour
I will definitely die. There is no way to prevent my body from finally decaying. Day by day, moment by moment, my life is slipping away. I have no idea when I will die; the time of death is completely uncertain. Many young people die before their parents, some die the moment they are born – there is no certainty in this world. Furthermore, there are so many causes of untimely death. The lives of many strong and healthy people are destroyed by accidents. There is no guarantee that I will not die today.
Geshe Kelsang Gyatso, The New Meditation Handbook
A small collection of water colour pieces
Purgatory, a short poem
At first! A relief in the shift
this change of suffering
feels like bliss
the release of a burden lifted
But alas! I am still trapped
this leash of attachment
kept me stuck
and now I must adapt
to a different life, a familiar name
and the same shit strife
it’s karma
and I’m hooked again!
A small collection of water colour pieces, my second favourite medium 😊
Knowing so little, sharing too much, proud of nothing, for it’s never enough.
Sometimes words do not come. Sometimes energy comes. 💃 Movement comes. Colours come. And feelings come.
And sometimes the feeling is 🔥🔥🔥
See how I (sometimes) start a new painting. Enjoy the wash. 💦
Leaving the salt lamp low
I undress close to the open
window, watching the wind stir the trees
feeling the breeze on my skin,
Living on the edge of losing it all
pretending with non-attachment I won’t
care, at all – I love this type of faith
but still mine runs deeper than that
What illusion is this appearing to minds,
that makes material risk seem most perilous,
the highest stake. Meanwhile, everyone
puts their future on the line for a brief escape
regretted in the end, when such pleasures
almost always bring such pains
And still, deluded most times
I’m sure I would risk it all again,
If only to learn the swift lessons
needed for permanent escape, liberation
and if only for the benefit of others, complete
Enlightenment – the highest state
The greatest risk to reward benefit
of all, to all, for all.
Oil and Acrylic paintings
Please enjoy this conceptually abstract collection!
If you are interested in owning an original painting, contact me here.
If you are interested in owning an original painting, contact me here.
There was no way to foresee artistic talent in my future. But I think you can see the creativity.
And a love of purple I didn’t know I had for almost 20 years.
A rebellion against social media, the true corporate time thief:
Are you tired of being robbed of your choices, implanted and imbibed with capitalist messages dictating your every thought and move? Buy this drink and earn stars! Buy this and earn points! Try this thing and get a medal! Give your money and your freedom of choice away! Give your safety over to those with a track record of incompetence – a slate wiped clean by expensive lawyers and void of future liability (read the fine print).
Why continue to ignore credible sources who say the same thing: discover your mind. Go within. This isn’t a time wasting ploy like the invention swathed in your sweaty palms, tightly, vigilantly held, never disconnected yet always believing we’re disconnected. The paradox is not emptiness – the paradox is the life we’re living now: senseless, meaningless, when you add up minutes spent giving nothing to the world. Nothing! Giving nothing of ourselves to any being – just consuming and being consumed by a sickly intoxicant, cancerous and eating away at our minds, our senses until senseless we never drink our fill and wish for more minutes to pour into the void of despair and disaster.
No more!
Take back your time!
A Dream:
The King I seek is standing in the sun.
I cannot see his face.
He holds out his hand to me.
In his outstretched palm is a wax seal.
I cannot make out the pressed emblem.
On the tips of his fingers he offers an amber Jewel.
I long to take the Jewel from his hand, but I don’t want to appear selfish. I just feel this offer means so much more. The seal reveals his official business, but Jewel feels like a gift meant just for me. I reach out my hand to touch his.
The King disappears, and I wake up.
Another Dream:
I was sitting on the bank of a river. From a distance, I watched a female oriole weave her nest with dry plants and tree bark. Every so often she would pause and call out to her partner, working at a distance. I moved closer to get a better vantage point. From up close I could see that the lady in orange array had woven lavender forget-me-nots into her hanging home. As she flew off to gather more materials, I stood up and peered inside. I gasped, thrown by what I saw. A window into a deep red world. A ruby hung in the clear sky casting brilliant rays across a crimson lake. A couple cradled in a copper canoe bent in for a kiss. A scarlet glare lights my pupils aflame and, blinking, I wake up.
The Halfwit Writer