7:44 a.m. - 7:47 a.m.
the flip book that is.life handled in quick
A very important sign.
I walked down the street with two of these, back to back
so that whoever may catch in either direction could catch and read.
Let's wallpaper it
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Thank you to Seth Godin.
Normal(ish) Before
Fingerprinted-me After
This little piece results from a surprisingly fun discovery while, most happily, playing around in Paint.
Splicing and dicing this Empire State Scene, layering, breaking open new dimensions, with a simple select and drag, searching for planes and levels to make a little nonsense, new sense from of the fairly flat shadow and light of this city of dreams' night-time skyline.
I got found in this piecing together and breaking down, gained sight by the loss of standard recognitions to new forms.
A particularly fun semi-challenge was finding the means to make a letter V. Everything was strictly linear, both in the limitations of Paint and the architecture snapped. I managed to seek out a curve in the reflection off the glass, flipped and rotated, shrunk and sidled up to render that most diagonal of letters.
Shout out to Dan Flavin and Robert Indiana; Jay-Z and Alicia Keys; The Futurists and cubo-futurism; astronomers and their epic star burst captures; my love for Neon, stark contrasts, and Paint. Oh, and Lesego.
That Sun
Whatever you love here in existence
Has been gold-plated by God's qualities;
When that gold goes back to Origin
Only a dull copper will remain,
And you will be disgusted and reject it.
Don’t go on calling counterfeit coin "beautiful"
That beauty you love is only borrowed.
Gold will abandon all surfaces in the end
And return to the Mine of Magnificence.
Why not set out for that Mine?
The light will return from the wall to the sun;
Go now to that Sun that dances always in harmony.
From now on, take your water from heaven directly
Why go on trusting a rusting drainpipe?
RUMI
I love this poem in particular, out of the 365, 227 of which I've yet to recieve, this one's moving me today because it speaks to my constant return to the theme of direct contact, unadulterated and pure conference.
When you can remember the taste of truth, as obtained by you, many middle men fail to sell same. Somehow I feel like everyone knows the shape of what is Mine.
Is it theirs or yours?
Why go on trusting a rusting drainpipe?
centers cradled in stillness as the edges fall away
far and away, again
repetition hypnotic
hanging causes
causing an effect of balance
influence of distance, a vessel; an unmoving invisible medium, like never really there
passing clean,
transfers a pushing and pulling
bumping and swinging
to the dancing of gaining your bearings
