...or not

Resonant: Having a lasting presence or effect; enduring. Strongly reminiscent; evocative.
Enigma: A person or thing that is mysterious, puzzling, or difficult to understand.

Some things you might find here: Paintings; drawings; abstract and representational; sketches; doodles; photos; thoughts on art and its processes, my influences; thoughts on meditation and so-called "spiritual" teachings, non duality, Taoism, Zen, etc., and teahers/sages like Chuang Tzu, Lao Tzu, Krishnamurti (both), Wei Wu Wei (Terence Gray), Galen Sharp, Steven Norquist, Eckhart Tolle, Ramana Maharshi, etc.... and doG knows what else, really...

No sidebar because I like to post big pictures. Lists and whatnot are at the bottom.

Monday, November 23, 2015

Domestic Alien

 This^was the last one taken, the one I was looking for.The rest, the "trip to get there," should enlarge to the light box by click, but things go wonky when I drag and drop in here, so I'm not sure...

Aliens living in the walls, having turned the microwave into a transporter, are stealing my iron skillets.

Things go wonky when I drag and drop in here, so these are kinda haphazardly "arranged," But I kinda like it.
Kinda like ignorance interfaced with algorithmic quirk.


Saturday, November 14, 2015

20 Things Only ADHD (Highly Creative) People Would Understand

 An article via Facebook via Go For Health via Life Hack.

"18. They have difficulty finishing projects.
The initial stage of the creative process is fast moving and charged with excitement. Often, they will abandon projects that are too familiar in order to experience the initial flow that comes at the beginning."  -- From the article, which is linked in the post title, or you can go HERE.

Most of it seems to fit me like a glove, with maybe an exception or two. I'm still not sure what ADHD has to do with it though, unless it's just that there are striking similarities.

Pretty interesting article, though. And fun, if you find yourself in there.


Wednesday, November 11, 2015



16x20" oil on canvas, 2013

This was a spontaneous interruption type of thing I tend to label "autosurrea" which harks back to the original surrealist attitude of allowing "subconscious" impulses and whatnot to direct the work, rather than regular conscious intellectual  processes.
The creative impetus clearly originates unconsciously, and although it will have its way, to some extent, no matter how hard you try to control it, the surrealist idea seems to have been sort of like mine: unrestrained, natural creativity is more intelligent than the intellect can ever pretend to be. And I believe that's what led, eventually to abstract expressionism and action painting.
So, when I am able, I like to give the impulse - it comes from deeper; it can be felt - so I give it the lead and intellect becomes the helper, a tool, so to speak. It knows how to mix whatever color you're having the impulse for, for example.
Anyway one day I had a really good, deep - unexpectedly deep - meditation. I actually experienced - somehow, a sensation I don't know exactly how to classify - the entire world inside of me. That's what it felt like. I don't know how the mind can conjure up such a seemingly complex sensation in such a simple, direct experience, but there it was. I don't know. Ask Eckhart Tolle. He was leading the meditation, via live online feed.
I felt indescribably good afterward, had a bite to eat, and went into the studio, where I was working on a piece I had designed in my mind. I had every aspect of it plotted out and thought it would comprise a very modern looking statement, but when it was finished it looked more like a (not very) glorified doodle. I hated it and decided to wipe it off, forget about it. But as is often the case with autosurrea, I had an impulse: What if I did this, put some more of this color here; what would that be like. Then the floodgates opened. Next thing I knew I was painting furiously - with giddy delight, more like - with both hands, a brush in each, going at it. I couldn't "think" what I was doing. It just happened.
The result completely destroyed my original idea and produced a better painting, in my opinion, than anything I've ever consciously conjured up.
I put it here now because this type of thing may be what's coming next. I can't seem to find it in my heart to pursue representational painting ideas these days, even when I think they're really good ones. But the urge to touch a wet brush to the canvas is bugging me more and more, rising up, as it were.
So I am preparing some canvases...


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Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Reynold's Park, Nov.8, 2015: Clear Blue Skies, at last

After 5 consecutive days of complete gray, dismal, depressing, pale, high thin cloud cover - of a sort I never saw for 15 yrs. in Texas, but that I remembered shortly after my return to NE Arkansas as a major contributor to my mopey sad-sack depressed feeling/attitude/condition, in these parts. I won't show you pictures of that depressing kind of sky, because in their presence I'm generally too discouraged to go out and make any.

...when they break, the most uplifting, moist, rich forever blue is revealed. I looked forward to this when I headed back for Paragould.

We have a lot more great old trees here, too.


Monday, November 9, 2015

Wednesday, November 4, 2015

November Fog 1

Looking across west Court St. into Paragould High School (or whatever they call it now) parking lot. Nov.1 just after midnight. Digital photo.

Monday, November 2, 2015