Up! And On!

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Up! And On!
To ever greater
heights of
aimless wandering

Krups Baby, Starbucks Man

Dig It Daddy-o

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Grain Hai-ull !!!

Diana Jaramillo

"We blew it."

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A line from the movie; you'll see in a minute.
I took this old thing down off the wall at Mom's house, where it's been hanging, apparently, since 1975. An oil painting on Masonite I did for a gift; it's about 16"x14" and the subject was a "real" plastic bowling pin converted to a planter; that's a live flower -- of whatever kind, I forget -- and Mom's actual bowling ball behind.
The real treat, for me however, was what I found on the back...

It's my final -- gloriously unfinished -- high school art class project! Billy (Dennis Hopper) and Wyatt (Peter Fonda) scootin' across the desert in Easy Rider. I remember there was a paperback book about the movie that had some stills in it and I was using one of those.
Then school let out and distractions abounded (many stories there; suffice here to say, I was kinda emulating these guys...), and it got set aside. Why I chopped it up for a flower picture...I was poor and out of canvas, I guess.

I've thought about that painting, that idea, many times over the years, especially since the internet, but I can't seem to find that same still shot. Maybe someday. But I never expected to find its remains on back of that masonite. I'm a little bit inspired by that, but then it's always exciting to run across old work having not seen it for years. Still...maybe someday...

That even looks a bit like Dennis Hopper, doesn't it? If you look closely you can even see some pencils lines where I sketched it in.

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Edit 7/9/19: Cleaning out a closet at Mom's house just the other day I came across this, a preliminary sketch of the bowling ball painting:

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Another of the rarities...

...a self-portrait, this one from 1976. Pencil on an 11x8.5" sketchbook page that had been removed from the book, trimmed a bit and framed as a gift.  Mirror image, by the way so, drawn from life, age 24.

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The Legend of Tarzan - Trailer

 


To me, all Tarzan movies are great; even that Caspar Van Dien one; even the Bo Derek one; all except the cartoon ones, I don't, can't watch those. Fuckin Disney. And I don't care what any critics say about any of them. Critics -- ALL critics -- are dipshits. This is a great movie. "He doesn't sound like I expected him to."

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Wouldn't it Be Nice...

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Gimme Chocolate; my ekg's on the fritz.

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"...  Moreover, our efforts to awaken others to our notion of what reality is all about can often prove to be merely an additional impediment to both their as well as our true awakening. As the sage Siddharameshwar Maharaj noted: “What you are thinking of as ‘awake’ — some intense new passion for a worthy cause or a deep feeling of love for all existence — is actually the deepest of deep sleep, much deeper than a feeling of boredom or indifference. Yours is an intense association with the Illusion. The bored and the indifferent are on the verge of leaving the lure of the temptress Maya behind, no longer swayed by her shiny attractions. They are on the verge of waking.” "  --Conscious Process, Bob O'hearn

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Alien light

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"There are no correct experiences to have. The well-being we have sought by trying to rearrange thoughts, feelings and sensations is always and already present as the seamless flow of everything that arises."
~ John Astin

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more old stuff...i don't know why...

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"As soon as you arouse intent, you're confused by hallucination." ~ Yun-feng Wen-yueh (d. ca. 1060)


D7 (blogspot, with access to all the rest) (a lot of which has disappeared. oh well...)
Discharge (on Facebook)

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Immerse...

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This drawing is pencil in an old 11x8.5" "Academie Sketch Diary"...

...of a creek that ran behind a rest stop south of Fayetteville, AR. I was camped out there for a while, in the late 70s, and often did my morning meditation sitting on a flat rock out in the creek. No, not the one you see in the drawing, as this spot was in full view of the whole rest stop. I'd go down the creek - away from the viewer in this picture - and around the bend, out of sight, where it was just me and the cows. They came from a field to the right, where you can see light through the trees there...

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A bomb

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Ballpoint pen in 3.5"x5" sketchpad, from a photo found online:

      "These photos were taken in 1952 during nuclear tests in Nevada by Harold Edgerton. They were taken less than 1/10 000 000 of a second after the explosion by a special camera connected to the detonator and an exposure time of 1/1000 000s."

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Field - haze

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Pencil in 4x6" sketchpad, from a photo I took years ago, anywhere in Northeast Arkansas.

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HELLO...Hello...hello...

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Stego '78

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Old pencil sketch in 11"x8.5" sketchbook, cropped. From way back, and way off, out there, somewhere...

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Flavors...

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"In my youth, there were dinosaurs."

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This 5x8" or so pencil was my response (along with the title to this post) to the blog meme "Six Word Memoir," from back in the days before FB took the place of free-form blog-o-sphere.

Back in the 70's, my girlfriend posed for this one, which is not really finished...

She was good about that, posing for me; unfortunately these are the only two I have now.

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Hmmm...?

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I was googling this: 

              "You'll see much more if you don't require to understand everything you see."

It's something I read somewhere decades ago, amongst material pertaining to the 'spiritual search,' and I thought I might find the long lost source of this assertion, perhaps explore the context, glean the meaning, figure out why it made such an impression all those years ago. The statement is clear as a bell in my mind, like it has it's own room in there; ain't goin' nowhere. But I can't remember where I got it. If you recognize it, please tell me about it in a comment. Eh?

So as the results page comes up my eye lands on this image and my mind recalls an old blog challenge where you answer a question with the first image that comes up when you google it. And this one even seems rather appropriate. Apparently it belongs to Darius Foroux. So, Darius, if you want me to remove this picture, let me know.

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Nancy Bush

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"Squall Line" Oil, 40"x48" by Fredericksburg, TX artist Nancy Bush. Here's a link to her website: http://www.nancybush.com/

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"Memory" by H.P. Lovecraft

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In the valley of Nis the accursed waning moon shines thinly, tearing a path for its light with feeble horns through the lethal foliage of a great upas-tree. And within the depths of the valley, where the light reaches not, move forms not meet to be beheld. Rank is the herbage on each slope, where evil vines and creeping plants crawl amidst the stones of ruined palaces, twining tightly about broken columns and strange monoliths, and heaving up marble pavements laid by forgotten hands. And in trees that grow gigantic in crumbling courtyards leap little apes, while in and out of deep treasure-vaults writhe poison serpents and scaly things without a name.

Vast are the stones which sleep beneath coverlets of dank moss, and mighty were the walls from which they fell. For all time did their builders erect them, and in sooth they yet serve nobly, for beneath them the grey toad makes his habitation.

At the very bottom of the valley lies the river Than, whose waters are slimy and filled with weeds. From hidden springs it rises, and to subterranean grottoes it flows, so that the Daemon of the Valley knows not why its waters are red, nor whither they are bound.

The Genie that haunts the moonbeams spake to the Daemon of the Valley, saying, “I am old, and forget much. Tell me the deeds and aspect and name of them who built these things of stone.” And the Daemon replied, “I am Memory, and am wise in lore of the past, but I too am old. These beings were like the waters of the river Than, not to be understood. Their deeds I recall not, for they were but of the moment. Their aspect I recall dimly, for it was like to that of the little apes in the trees. Their name I recall clearly, for it rhymed with that of the river. These beings of yesterday were called Man.”

So the Genie flew back to the thin horned moon, and the Daemon looked intently at a little ape in a tree that grew in a crumbling courtyard.

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