kamma, i find, is kind in how it delivers certain lessons. today i learned one that a good two years of struggle and effort could not meet. it arrived in the guise of an exchange from a stranger. thankfully, i was able to see it at all. i’m still quivering with it. i had not thought to note it here, but in the interest of maintaining things, and setting markers, i suppose i must.
fruit from the gumtree
a new friend, penpal, who is, among many things, an artist. sharing work between ourselves tonight, they sent me three pieces, i sent them three. their three i used as source for this piece, a thank you to them, a token of welcome and friendship, and to demonstrate the method (for which they expressed some curiosity).
early rising thoughts
popped awake from a dream that i needed to blog (previous entry) and unable now to get back to sleep. hah.
the mad cafe
he sits across from me and tries to pretend i’m not there. empty cups and awkward moments amongst strangers; cushioned in the closeness of the anonymous crowd.
Till Kraemer – Buddhist Porn Star
well. consider me laughing, but not for the reasons you’re likely to think. as usual, i’m laughing at myself. and thanking mr. kraemer for a valuable lesson in life, practice, and a good many other things that i’m likely not going to mention in this bit.
quadrafenix
heh. for all i am stuck on triads, this seemed rather natural. of course, it’s source are images in four dimensions, so that makes sense. well, to me, anyway. i suspect the colors will give away that the source was decidedly virtual in nature. well, most of it. not all.
the ttp project – iconic
my good friend and collaborator asked for a tile for use with his online presence. made me smile. pulled a set of images and made a collage, then gave it the ol’ seed/swirl treatment.
turning the table
we stand in the attic, as always. stare down, eye to eye, her face closed tight and teeth showing, every muscle stretched taunt, rictus, glaring at me.
busily avoidant
the bitch in the pit is on a rampage. she has no sense of reason and very little idea of patience. she looks for offense, so usually finds it. she’s rantish today. stalking back and forth in the corridors, snarling and daring anyone to as much as make a sound.
mental note
this is one that will not be found. they take the rest, they poke in corners and pull them out, tease them from crevices with their pointy hooks, made for filching secrets and insuring this place remains sterile, dead to all but the things they want me to accept. they will not find this one. i hide it in the place they cannot reach, the place they gave up upon and abandoned long, long ago. it wriggles here, nestled in warm, grey matter, making little chittering noises, occasional crackles, as if it would be paper, but, disallowed, contents itself with […]