Sunday, July 10, 2011


sketchbook pages, playing with new brush-pen.

non-attachment poem

a borrowed car
containing everything you need
and a banana,

once again, moving into the Unknown,
learning a new skill:
don't reference the past to define yourself.

you only exist in the present moment.


the ultimate test of the new skill

At thirty-seven years of age,
move into a trailer
on your parents' driveway.

rethinking painting

There are leaves, forming a pattern and colours
They are constantly changing because of things like wind and sun
All this is going into my brain
My hand brings it back out, in two dimensions:
This is what I saw, filtered through my Self.

Then I judge what my hand just created
And try to “improve” it –
Make it more pleasing to the eye,
Add a colour there for more interest.
What’s the point of that?
Who cares what my eyes want to see?
Is it more that I think other peoples’ eyes will want to see something more interesting?

Perhaps a painting should not be too overworked.
Watch the image record the image
And you are done.


  1. I'm struck by the line, "You only exist in the present moment" and whether or not I believe that to be true. Can we really do that? SHOULD we?

    Not being argumentative here, just actually considering it.

  2. I think we do... after all, yesterday already happened, there's no use thinking about it. And it's impossible to know exactly what's going to happen in an hour, let alone a day, or a week.

    I don't think it would be easy to constantly live in the present moment; we gotta plan our lives somewhat, and remember experiences in order to learn, etc. But I find it pretty amazing that, any time I just sit and think "What's happening right now?" it almost always feels like the present is really quite nice. Or at least, not worthy of stressing about.