I can define myself as an artist, if you want.
I can put that box on my head and dance around in it for a while.
Except that my subjects now are energy, e-motion, and the human spirit, as well as paint and plaster.
Life is a canvas.
And when I carve, paint and sculpt, I'm not imposing anything at all.
Instead I look into the center of my subject, my material, my clay or energy or form, and I begin to slowly chip away the dead layers... I begin to shape and bring forth the radiant and vibrant form that lives beneath the surface.
I may help something move from inanimate to animate, but they themselves are already a creation, already a very special force and form. I need not change that, just help it speak a little perhaps, or teach it how to dance, or float lazily down a river, or laugh.... the rest of the process, well.... if you want to know, e-mail me and find out.
18.4.05
Who am I?
Mist and rain,
Night rain,
falling softly,
gently,
a torrent in places,
merging into the clouds,
and above them mist,
and at the highest point
the sky,
stars,
emptiness....
And then I am stars
mist
clouds,
rain...
a drop falling to the earth,
a splash, a ripple in water,
reflecting the sky.
-ajd
Night rain,
falling softly,
gently,
a torrent in places,
merging into the clouds,
and above them mist,
and at the highest point
the sky,
stars,
emptiness....
And then I am stars
mist
clouds,
rain...
a drop falling to the earth,
a splash, a ripple in water,
reflecting the sky.
-ajd
Where am I?
I'm still meditating on certain aspects of my life.
And I still have questions.
And I'm still alive.
So things are pretty normal.
But I wonder at times
if the energy in the rooms that I walk into
changes to suit my mind or if I see what is,
or if both of those things are true.
I step outside,
inside
around
and down the street
I walk left and right
and hold myself back while rushing forward
I think not ahead
and try
not-
to-
get stuck in a time loop
of the past
but you know how that is.
And I'm typing and questioning if I should be real or honest,
or if I should just be and let other people worry about the details.
except that if you're all reflections
of my mind and soul,
pieces of me,
then I'm really going to end up worrying about
details, because you will be-
and you are me.
And just typing and questioning and standing
and sitting
and lying down....
and being sad
and happy and small and infinate
all at once
are enough right now
At least for me.
If you want more than that
then you're just going to have
to be me for a while
and I'll be you
or we can stop trying
stop asking
stop doing
and meaning
and thinking
and acting
and just
LIVE.
.ajd.
And I still have questions.
And I'm still alive.
So things are pretty normal.
But I wonder at times
if the energy in the rooms that I walk into
changes to suit my mind or if I see what is,
or if both of those things are true.
I step outside,
inside
around
and down the street
I walk left and right
and hold myself back while rushing forward
I think not ahead
and try
not-
to-
get stuck in a time loop
of the past
but you know how that is.
And I'm typing and questioning if I should be real or honest,
or if I should just be and let other people worry about the details.
except that if you're all reflections
of my mind and soul,
pieces of me,
then I'm really going to end up worrying about
details, because you will be-
and you are me.
And just typing and questioning and standing
and sitting
and lying down....
and being sad
and happy and small and infinate
all at once
are enough right now
At least for me.
If you want more than that
then you're just going to have
to be me for a while
and I'll be you
or we can stop trying
stop asking
stop doing
and meaning
and thinking
and acting
and just
LIVE.
.ajd.
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