Welcome to Friday. Just a quick note to let you know that early this morning I dropped a brand new podcast episode. In the previous episode we talked a bit about why I haven’t put out any new podcast episodes, videos, blogs, etc. for the past 6 months. In other …
Today the good folks over at the Medusa’s Kitchen blog were kind enough to publish two of my new cut out poem collages. This is the second time I’ve had the privilege of appearing on their blog along side some really inspiring pieces of poetry. You can find my first …
The risk of experimentation isn’t prompted by success but by the desires for discovery.
Some days are like this. It’s strenuous to scribble words into sentences. We write them anyway.
In the process of searching for the words, and guiding them from my head to the page, the pictures arrive.
Maybe art is an external attempt to touch our deepest secrets, the secrets that we don’t even know are there.
Sometimes working with the stray marks and the brush strokes that go awry open us up to new creative possibilities.
This is an attempt to get back to the dangerous ideas, and maybe that’s a dangerous idea in itself. I hope that it is.
Outside forces are vying for a chance to rid us of our peculiarities. We need rituals that remind us of our strangeness.
The process isn’t perfect but, no process ever is. Often, the best solution is simply working towards “successively closer approximations”…