Sunday, August 10, 2014

Can You Hear Me Now?

I thought this to be indicative of many current-family separations -- each to his own world unconnected to the other . . .  Sad
  The background "art" is artist Danh Vo's parts of the Statue of Liberty apparently spread all over New York City,  some in exhibits thereabouts.

story of the statue parts

Thursday, October 17, 2013


“I was set free! I dissolved in the sea, became white sails and flying spray, became beauty and rhythm, became moonlight 
and the ship and the high dim-starred sky! I belonged, without past or future, within peace and unity and a wild joy, within 
something greater than my own life, or the life of Man, to Life itself!.. I have had the same experience, became the sun, 
the hot sand, green seaweed anchored to a rock, swaying in the tide. Like a saint's vision of beatitude. Like the veil of 
things as they seem drawn back by an unseen hand. For a second you see, and seeing the secret, you are the secret. 
For a  second there is meaning!”
 ___ Eugene O'Neill, Long Day's Journey Into Night
Never having read  or seen this play, I was not aware of the terse, compact language of Mr. O'Neil.   The play covers one day in the life of a disfunctional family  and is probably not appropriate for a High School presentation -- maybe stick to "Music Man" , or some happy pap, there. 
Many can separate themselves from life for a few seconds  but few can describe it .  .  .  
Just got a copy of this play in the mail for a cent.  I would like to find out the context of this quote.


Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Smaller is Larger

With a background in structure, I am drawn occasionally again to fractal designs -- especially when color is involved.  Our  first created ones were yellow dots on black background which took overnight to run (gone are the days of slow computers and Dos commands).  Mathematical-digital drawing has been carried to such an extreme now that it is hard to see the natural self-similarity of the designs  and I am not convinced that many are true fractals; but I donot pretend to grasp all of the edges of this stuff.

      This presentation is a nice history with current developments

It is thought that organic development of  natural live structures: trees, branches, leaves and roots ;  and the  geologic structures: craggy mountains, seashore outlines from above,  and lakeshores moved by wave action,
may be influenced by the fractal development, which is the larger is just a reproduction of the smaller, grown.

 Here is a better example.   This is s a closeup of some kind of mold development.  Ugh, probably looks better smaller.!

Another rendering:

Saturday, July 20, 2013


Herein lived the past , and now the future
Over the years people showed up, left things:

a comment -  observations that stayed,
paintings, photographs, poems, snapshots of life somewhere somewhen
a card game, a tune or two, or a thought (mostly thoughts),  flowers, dusty books,
 and apparently seeds to future life

Some lives ended too soon, life too much a burden --- maybe next time.
and there were secrets  . . . .  there are always secrets

pretty soon people stopped coming
they were already there in spirit and memory

shifting time  ~~~

the place became silent as a spring and life passed on to another form --
maybe where the past is kept somehow preserved  (how revealed I don't know)

Sarah rests in trees  1864

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Onward and Upward

Painting by  Lenora Carrington a British/Mexican surrealist artist and author.

I suppose this is a dreamscape; I would hate to view these images while driving or ordering lunch.

On the other hand, one could go with the flow and "meet and greet" ?

Saturday, April 27, 2013



"..I arrive from beneath roots of carnivorous trees,
And my mind is still filled -with the fearful cries of dried butterflies-
under weighty volumes of pale, aged books.

When my trust was hung-
from the frail justice line of this town,
And in the streets, they were cutting off the head of my torch,
When they blind-folded the innocent eyes of my love,
When fresh blood erupted from all veins of my shaking dreams,
And when my life was nothing-
but the regular chant of a Grandfather clock,
I realized that I had to love,
I had to love madly. ... "

Excerpted from "Windows" by Iranian poet  Forough Farrokhzad

There are various translations of this poem from the original Persian writings and various interpretations of the words and intents. Translations are tricky, as anyone trying to  interpret Aramaic into English (for the Bible) would probably attest.

My contribution to poetry month, this April.

Tuesday, April 23, 2013


I am not sure what it is about images showing activity to no obvious intent or result, needing some sort of explaination.  Posing for imaginary purpose known only to they who put it together.  Open to interpretation, or needing no interpretation at all ,maybe.

Playing violin on the light?   No need for metaphor, just a happening; you would do the same were you her, and could play violin.

Solar Music by Remidios Varo Spanish surrealist.