April 20, 2004
How do you see that?
First I see how it is in my body, and on careful examination, I perceive a shift. A turn around, a fall to my knees in the realm of completions, creativity managed to produce results, deepening the intuitions. For instance, the gift and the craft of creating for the internet. That is a continuous unveiling. With the information all here, the prospects are to learn its dimensions, create into them. It is quite a party hat, I tell you, everytime I put on another page. The lingering concerns that twist the back out of shape in the straight back chair are, “who cares, and can I make it so consistently what it is inspired to be that details are all legible and drawing the reader forth from one page, or room, to another, the house of time, the “novel” the Birthplace itself. Over my head. However, page at a time, and with each illustration having to take on a contextual position, it drives the poem and confessions and mythology forward, and there is no outcome but good. I find at the end of that thought, I am weeping “Halleliahs”, and find a grin on my face when the spirit launches me onto the wings of a heart and out into communion with coincidental commrades in 6 months.
6 Months is a lot of time. And strewn with milestones. Carving them once again, refining their shape one more time. The string takes on the pearls. The story takes on its axis. Art is Communication; Time of Line. Philosophy and Aesthtics. Rendering.
So, for right now, it seemed the softer way to pass by here on the way out of the good day, than to drive another tack in the electronic bulletin board. The house is quiet. I am left alone with the space. Two religious paintings sit on their easels, calling for Alizarin Crimsons and Skylight Ceruleum Blues. But most signifigantly, I can rest on a day of willingness.
HOLA Senor?
Hum.
Is it? No, this is what I think, We are close to the end of the good days balance.