Pisces Season. Collage in sketchbook. March 2018.

Growing downward

Be broken to be whole.
Twist to be straight.
Be empty to be full.
Wear out to be renewed.
Have little and gain much.
Have much and get confused.
So wise souls hold to the one,
and test all things against it.
Not showing themselves,
they shine forth.
Not justifying themselves,
they’re accomplished.
Not competing,
they have in all the world no competitor.
What they used to say in the old days,
“Be broken to be whole,”
was that mistaken?
Truly, to be whole
is to return.
-Lao Tzu, Tao te Ching, Ursula Le Guin’s translation.
RIP Ms Le Guin <3

Sphere of the Moon

In the lobby of a luxury lunar hotel
we were serenaded and questioned
by the metal men of past futures
ready to embrace the city of dreams,
the great horizon

Happy New Year!

One of my annual traditions is making my New Year’s collage. This year I made two, this one and the one I posted yesterday. <3

2017 was an amazing, surprising, magical year for me in all of its ugliness and beauty. I’m so excited to see what 2018 has in store.  I wish everyone health, love, growth & creativity in the New Year. Onwards and upwards!



Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and
choose the sign of your day
The day’s divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach
in a cool jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the woolly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are all around us.
Choose, they croon, the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon,
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.

-Jim Morrison


Cicada shell:
little did I know
it was my life.
-deathbed poem of Shuho (died in 1767), from Japanese Death Poems (1986)

Orphic Hymn to Jupiter (translated by Thomas Taylor, 1792)

O Jove much-honored, Jove supremely great,
To thee our holy rites we consecrate,

Our prayers and expiations, king divine,
For all things round thy head exalted shine.
The earth is thine, and mountains swelling high,
The sea profound, and all within the sky.
Saturnian king, descending from above,
Magnanimous, commanding, sceptered Jove;
All-parent, principle and end of all,
Whose power almighty, shakes this earthly ball;
Even Nature trembles at thy mighty nod,
Loud-sounding, armed with lightning, thundering God.
Source of abundance, purifying king,
O various-formed from whom all natures spring;
Propitious hear my prayer, give blameless health,
With peace divine, and necessary wealth.

I just started working on this painting again. I did the black and white underpainting years ago (around 2011 or so) and just left it like that, never felt compelled to work on it again until now. I just added the reds. I normally don’t show pieces at the stage of development because it will probably look completely different by the time its finished. Not really sure where it’s going yet either.