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.
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!
“Worry“
“Winter Sun” – SOLD
“Purgatory“
“So what?” – SOLD
“For later” – bookmark-sized
“‘Huh?’ – The Daydreamer“
“A Dark Cloud Follows“
“Can’t win em all“
“I Dream of Joker“
“I’m gonna eat you up”
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Am I a menace? A mara? A demon? Will no one tell me? Will they simply write a book about me after I die? Or will I be blasted into forgetful oblivion, purposefully? What delight did I lack, will I lack, force others to abandon with my mara-induced delusions? (autism, they call it now) refusing responsibility – still! a demon to this day poor quality on display Brother Fabjan, rescue me 🙏 please don’t make a mockery of my life’s work, of my plays of my dreadful mimicry, the plagiarism of youth in poor taste – ah! I know! But despondency after death is a hell realm, and – alas! – I was merely reborn human again – ah! But not to torment you still! A demon you say! Oh brother Peter Fabjan! You could not rescue me! So this lifetime, I turn instead to a Spiritual Guide, Buddha Shakyamuni’s continuum, and, in constant manifestation, his teachers! I am grateful, finally, to shed this shadow of karma which reeks of dreadful delusion, this familial mockery, betrayal – no doubt I returned or would return in kind – finally, I get to cleanse such evil minds! Alas! I am grateful! Thank you, my brother
Saturday: the day I’m designating for the shameless sharing of my artistic endeavors whether they be poetic, painted or playlist.
We’ll kick it off this week with painting & poetry.
Below, oil painting, “Where is my mind?”
Where is my mind? ~ 02.04.21 ~ 12″ x 16″ ~ Oil on Canvas
Below, excerpt from November-release poem, “Come Together“:
… as only magic that persuades the body move separate from mind out of control, dancing in time to art brought forth from empty space a fire burns within this place a story comes forth from your lips I’m dancing with it on my hips it is hypnotic as I twirl no longer human, no more a girl a spirit, light and transformed, airy …
Come Together, 2020
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