Friday, October 27, 2017

My Old Friends

My Old Friends

Let us pretend we are still so close

three fiddlers vibrating

raising the hairs

from our chins.


Heads tucked in closely,

a supra divine trilogy

echo

playing

"Castle Kelly."

One for the Age - O.

Some may have thought it would

last forever,

that we would have

another chance

to play in our sweet trio.

Hearts aglow

love a flowing.

I can still

hear the ringing

from this moment

two years ago.

May this moment last forever

in my Mind

of this time so dearly granted.

I now spring

from where

was 

planted.

The Holidays are Coming

The holidays are coming

the goose is getting fat

Please put four dollars in

the old man's hat.

I  paint, musician, writer

I will not be denied

nor will be unemcombered

by

the feelings by and by.

So much of clouded beingness

I've birthed by to be apt

born with fifth strand

dangling

precariously

for certain tho' entact.

Come ancient, solid certainty

transform me by and by

into that far sought bliss be

I will not be denied.

So fair, white rainbow wind blown

through wilted, stilted throat

continue please

and ever wipe

the fibers from my moat

of fallen chemtrail poisons.

Be still you halted dwarf whack

you will not win the sacredness

of Nomi's that can float.

Preparing last month's portratuire

of Yhu Rha Dha infused

to hang for all the holidays

and keep mine all amused.

I dally dainty paint straubs

where Liebestruam is played

I'm jolly, holly holidazed

and still firmly bemused.

Come ancient foreign solitude

Come be here by my side

Come loving arms of sanctity

come love me by and by.

Studio

I love peering inside

from

outside my studio.

So much of me and my divinity

in color,

animal,

rhyme.

Computer, printers, piano, drums

once a goal of seven paintings

blossomed into

one huge

wonderous

existance

of 

hundreds.

twenty-one years.

October



yellow

Indian bean tree

how I love thee.

Late October

Yew trees

trimmed almost perfectly

NOW on this front porch

and then,

Red Yew berry

from my childhood

held me preciously.

 my 

front porch

of

52 years ago

on Park Avenue, New Castle

P

A

How I love you October

close to the end

of a dark rift ending

finally.

A new painting

emerges

re-embracing blues.

Zinnias and solar symbiosis

Polar bear

and love songs.

Friday, October 20, 2017

Poem - The Loss of a Friend

                             

                                                              The Loss of a Friend


To break the bones of quiet solitude

and rectify what's not

And quell an ancient Herstory

of places I forgot

don't separate my fantasy from

dusty, crushed up stone

I'd rather fly in majesty

and stay within my throne

than subject my selves

to punishment no matter

how unknown.

What fabricated fantasies upon my

lips insured

I'd rather be a butterfly

than something more obscure.

And fly close to the future

as it were coming closer

I drop my worldly cares

and turn into a ghost

of what things seemed to be

which really were quite near

to dirty, tardy playthings

I hung from like a loose

and cast upon a pyre

 of translucent

purple fire.

Oh let my eternal heart

come undone in the

rising of eight suns

from twisted, tightened prophecy

come twirlingly unfurled.

I take new steps from

infancy where I came in

so burled.

I cast upon a funeral  pyre

 of ultra-violet fire.

Saturday, September 30, 2017

Mission Statement

I work mostly in landscapes. I use collage and stream of consciousness to communicate to myself about the best possible ways of being right now.

My question often is - how can I be my best self?

Nature elements.like the wind and sun and animals show up. Colors are conscious and agree to heal me. I invite them inside. 

What else occurs?  As I heal I believe I make pathways for healing in general on the planet.






Best online sharing for me is :  https://www.instagram.com/singinglandstudios/   

and https://www.flickr.com/photos/teckian/

about my work

My primary work focuses on living landscapes. Living, because everything consists of standing scalar waves that flash on and off. They flash here and then they flash elsewhere. I think they flash into another reality somewhere.

 Paintings are living things.

The method I apply to landscapes is to treat space and time as all inclusive. The idea being that all space and time operate together and occur in the same place. It is all in the angle of rotation that allows for things to exist in one place!

This gives me a platform for working within all time and all dimensions at
Once. This allows me to access future and past as simultaneous; the eternal now.

I am keen to the idea of living from this place.  The old is falling away.  What remains is something different, better.

We are living in a very exciting time.

I generally work from three places; here, the future and close to where I came out from original source.  

Sometimes portraits happen and often are re-purposed in new landscapes. Old and new work combine utilizing collage from prints that are re-energized through digital painting and handwork with colored pencils.

Re-assembling images works with my concept of simultaneous time and space.

The paintings generally inform me of where I can heal next.  Often they will not complete themselves until I have undergone some kind of "upshift."  My purpose of incarnating here is about clearing, healing, uncovering, remembering and transfiguring.  The painting allows me do heal and thus de-densify.  

I view my work as sand paintings.  Once they are finished, the work has been done and they can blow away in the wind.  Usually, I do not burn them.  I have made thousands of paintings.  Some have left through burning.