Mania

There's a lot of stuff going on in the studio right now. Everything from birch bark to collaborative work to oil paintings. The past month or so has allowed a generous liberation of previously tied down energy. This past week especially has been very fruitful.

It is good!

It is good except for this annoying blood blister that I gave myself while clumsily assembling stretcher bars:

UGH

Nice place to go swimming :)

I wonder if there's a jelly fish hiding down there...

Oooommmm

Lavender of course

Phil on top, me on the bottom

Phil vs. Me

Drawing of me done by Phil

Myself 3 times

Crazy hair inspired by Phil's initial drawing

Birch bark from Walden Pond finding it's new tentative home

Walden birch bark painting in process

Some oils in process

Oil in process

Dark cathartic ugly schizoid self portrait

The Most Beautiful Dream

Not all of my dreams are nightmares about Black Swan or interactions confused with real life. Sometimes they are of a beautiful jelly fish swimming peacefully in a deep night's sea.

Phil and Katie

I made more paintings with my friend Phil!

Some Winter Scenes

Raw pigment on birch bark from Walden Pond

Inspired by my friend Phil :)

I've been struggling with this one for more than a month now...I don't know....

Shameless Self Indulgence

Lily the cat did most of the work.

Walden Winter Love

de la poésie

I have not posted any poetry in a long time. I am not sure why. I guess I thought that it was all too dark or not any good. Here are two from the past few weeks. Routine experience has been interrupted for the time being, causing fruitful days.

2/7/11

You're just a painting now

A song humming in my head

Effervescent

I feel less alone now

Than when I felt you in your bed

Lying still

The magic that I sense

Flies past your lids

Unnoticed

My eyes look out

They are a light house

Waiting

2/22/11

Now it's an ordinary day

of ordinary energy

with all the excitement and quiet

that one normally contains

I don't know other worlds

Not today

Can this be the slow building

of something beautiful?

Is it a serious, monastic

devotion to glazing?

Will this whole result,

one day, gracefully bloom?

When will it snap?

Must it not bend like a river

in order to be living?