essential ink

Handle with care

2010-03-06T09:58:00.000-05:00

Some friends are as roses,
handle with care.

Time neglected,
the thorns find their way to your rosy fingertip with expert abandon;
beauty in blood;
red bloody red course.

i dream of ancient Celts,
their wedding incarnate,
petals lined the arches
in beds of roses.

in my bed,
friends and thorns alike.

believing this is shade

2010-02-10T20:51:00.001-05:00

In fields of ashen fodder,

Rains on us as snow

Hot
sifted
drifting rows
Where once
the mighty stood.

An answer to a call,

of those not heard,
the Dreaming time,
when all founts alive,
& All matters grave,
Calling to this seeming rhyme.

This stand of birch misleads the eye,

...believing this is shade.

The times, they are a'changin'

2010-02-07T12:42:00.000-05:00

The alternate view is that the more things change, the more they remain the same. We can make the difference. It's how we live, how we dance, how we sing this song. It's the music that you choose.

I am, of course, referring to the political scene.

But here's something else that's changing, and maybe it's in some strange way, related with this winner-take-all mentality that the American political spectrum encourages. This may well be the last post I will make through Google's Blogger tool. In their infinite wisdom, they are phasing out FTP access to 3rd party websites from Blogger. Their solution is to tell everyone they can host their blog directly with them. But only a small portion of the pages on this site are built with their tool. Maybe it's time for a change to Wordpress - I can host that myself without being part of the machine.

Iron over Earth

2010-02-01T21:50:00.000-05:00

I am pretty happy with the way this turned out. It's a rendering of iron, industrialized over a wood park bench, over simple earth. It's so simple and essential, bringing out the warmth of the day.

This art is available printed on tile, framed or unframed. view tiles

Seven dreams combined

2010-01-30T14:32:00.001-05:00

Seven dreams combined,
poetic shenanigans,
a story unfolds.

Haunted figurines,
the shelves come alive at night,
painting reflections.

Looking and seeing,
these are not always the same,
reflections within.

Light illuminates,
the time to see the future,
stands avant shadows.

Techno logical,
Pulsing harmonics refrain,
You are swirling light.

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I have really been enjoying the contrast in my latest works. I feel there are so many shades, so much nuance between the pixels to be explored.

In 'Seven Dreams Combined', I have coined several refrains in a haiku style. These were actually individual tweets sent out at various different times, but taken together, comprise a wholly new poetic image.

Human

2010-01-11T22:26:00.003-05:00

Sensual. Human.

I am of a mind to rethink last night's illusion that was posted, to think the original art needed no words to convey the meaning.

Alas, words that are used to define can limit, and there is no limit to all that is.

Created a greeting card and some t-shirts from this art ... hope you will enjoy. View more

Can you hide (the sexual)

2010-01-10T21:05:00.000-05:00

We are all segmented, in some ways, like words cut from a magazine.

We are all of the yin and the yang, the male and the female.

There is contrast. There is balance.

Can you hide my goodness,
the body busting,
I am allowed my tears.

Found Art: The 1st Illusion, The American Dream

2010-01-01T23:11:00.004-05:00

click to zoom

The 1st Illusion published on Dec 26, 2006. The American Dream(Scream)

Made up a poster of this one -- the background city is San Francisco. Sketched and scanned, accessible modern poetica, infused by anime. Click small image to view the poster.

New Year's Day 2010

2009-12-31T22:48:00.007-05:00

So many changes in 2009. The end of this century's first decade will be remembered by a lackluster economy, a fatalistic employment rate, war, and the crash of the housing market. Reminiscent of a depression near-miss, the past 6 months have at least shown more appearance of an upswing.

2010 promises to be about new beginnings. Kick-starts from the depths of strife, to new visions, new opportunities, born from the epiphany that every thought deserves an action. The Boomer generation had it right when they said that if you aren't part of the solution, then you are part of the problem.

Without action, it's just a moment of a dream, reflected in a grassroots haze of bong smoke. So much talk from the last election still echoes in the empty music halls.

A symbolic metaphor of what we collectively desire must be vocalized in art, life, and the daily works. Nothing changes on New Year's Day. It's what is done on every other day that matters.

Cryptic Tarot Reader

2009-12-26T17:12:00.002-05:00

Just in time for the new year, The Cryptic Tarot Reader, an online app we are developing for the sheer amusement of it all.

Divination goes CyberGeek

Check it, and have fun, tarot.cryptic.tv

the Grinch was a good sort, in the end. Enjoi the holidays ! :-)

2009-12-25T11:25:00.004-05:00

...sent via mobile g1/android blogging

The Priestess

2009-12-22T19:37:00.001-05:00

mUcking about with digital art and listening to Deiselboy (paradise lost)

The Fool

2009-12-17T00:10:00.004-05:00

(Inspired initially by A.E. Waite, and in general by reading the daily news.)

The Fool

With motives pure,
A quest for discovery,
A need to follow your heart.

A circle anew,
Around this way have we come,
In full circle, a fresh start.

Dionysus, fresh steps to call upon,
You have paused upon the edge.

Intuition on a moment's grace,
A choice of importance vital,
At the very edge of this trace.

Step to Air, fall or fly,
A rose in one hand,
Holds a wand, the other,

The choice, to do, or die,
Gifts to breathe or smother,

Previous lessons under the sun,
the Fool is more than he seems.

Upside down, could you see it downside up,

The Choice, is likely foolish.

Caution fates your hand
Do not charge, Use your Sight,

Look before you leap,
The pause you take is warranted,

The precipice is steep.

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This poem is available as a 16x20 Poster >>

4:20 Train to Berkeley

2009-12-16T00:03:00.001-05:00

The ghost stood watching
As I slept,
She, a part of me now,
She, my past she reminds,
for her I wept.

Upon awakening, the tears dried and kept,
No more need,
upon the quickening, the quieting,
An energy exposed for others to seed...

4:20 train to Berkeley
Seeking companions,
Similars,
along the path

Cut fresh through the forest
Painted graffiti along the way,

Each with a story to tell,
a person’s own story
Shared with all passerby.

Welcome to the Greenhouse

2009-12-08T23:12:00.005-05:00

Drawn intentionally dirty, this symbolizes the ongoing battle we have with our world leaders. They say what we want to hear, but what is being done?

The Environmental Protection Agency on Monday issued a final ruling that greenhouse gases posed a danger to human health and the environment. Really now, is this news? This was common knowledge 25 years ago - why would it take so long for a final ruling?

The Obama administration has signaled its intent to issue an endangerment finding for carbon dioxide and five other greenhouse gases (methane, nitrous oxide, hydrofluorocarbons, perfluorocarbons and sulfur hexafluoride).

I'm sorry to say, it's more of the same hot air that's been blowing from DC for quite some time. Look at the US's federal clean water act. It lists only 91 chemicals that are monitored. Over 60,000 chemicals, most of them with impact to poor health or even fatal illness, have been found in our nation's drinking water since the act was last revised.

Welcome to the greenhouse.

non illegitimi carborundum

2009-12-06T00:26:00.005-05:00

...or put another way, don't let the bastards wear you down.

Non Illegitimi Carborundum - tshirts and stickers

Of all the things I've lost

2009-12-02T20:25:00.005-05:00

I lost my cute Paul Frank skull-head change purse today. It held my driver's license, work ID, bunch of cards and such, $40 or so in cash... oh well, if that's the only thing I lose today, I can be happy with that.

Decided to make the most of my mood and play with text over fabric, to commemorate the experience. Maybe I can wear my new shirt when I am down at the DMV waiting for a replacement card.

Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.

The illusion of changing times has now been now properly dispelled

2009-12-01T23:20:00.001-05:00

Committing us to the Afgan quagmire after winning a Nobel Peace Prize? More hot air from DC, and the growing opinion bud gives a big 1-finger salute to that.

Anyways, you can help spread the word in some cool merch designed with this art.

"Supernews!" -Spoofing world events, this week's revisionist news opening with President Obama accepting the Nobel Peace Prize ranks and raves, both pro and con to troop deployments in Afganistan.

Prospect in Park

2009-11-28T16:05:00.004-05:00

The first piece I made that's Brooklyn-inspired, since the move. L:ost souls in the park, lingering.

Le Cadeau

2009-11-23T07:32:00.003-05:00

À mon jour, elle donne

une fleur à mon jardin,
attirant des papillons.

À mon nuit, elle donne
la passion à la dance gothique,
attirant des dragons.

À mes reves, elle donne
la substance à l'èthéré,
attirant des poésies,

À moi, elle donne
une spiral simple,
l'air, et la terre,
l'eau, et le feu,
m'attirant.

---

To my day, she gives
a flower to my garden,
attracting butterflies,

To my night, she gives
passion to the gothic dance,
attracting dragons,

To my dreams, she gives
substance to the ethereal,
attracting poems,

To me, she gives a simple spiral,
air, and earth,
water, and fire,
attracting me.

---

Shop this poem - it's available as a Poster

vision, symmetry and chaos

2009-11-22T15:58:00.003-05:00

Seven into One

2009-11-14T19:56:00.000-05:00

The seven gods made seven prayers,
one for each day.

The seven gods had seven ways
for all to learn their lessons.

And seven churches,
seven schools,
made clear the simple way.

Through the need of being,
basic is this, to be happy.

Then there is abundance,
for all there is to hold,
the passing of centuries.

Music to dance and mark the time,
strength and the warrior spirit,
Not for war, but living.

Honor, and hope it is not of need.

There is wealth in of all this,
a never-ending dinner.

Thus the seven gods, give seven modes
where fortune will always smile.

But not all believe in this,
Call the self a sinner.

These others,
they find seven deadly sins instead.

All for them to take as bliss,

And to this idea,
are they wed.

Why does the god, the one,
deny to us,
that which would give us this?

I am still not of want,
to let this go,
hold now, to that I know,

Would be for a goodness,
a partnership to show,
these seven gods with seven ways to bless us.

There are seven days to consider,
and seven modes to receive,
Seven more to obtain
in the dark to some,
these seven gods under the sun.

In this space, between the hours,
as important as the hours spent,

to give such importance to that,
At the end of the day,
the Sun still turns to red.

reflections from the silver screen

2008-09-22T01:48:00.000-04:00

reflections from the silver screen,

it’s only a matter of time.

while searching the underground

where the cyberactive wisdom
creates

a new
reality

Ride the Rodent!

2008-07-08T03:01:00.000-04:00

Smog and petrol cost issues aside, anyone who's ever had to make an unscheduled stop on BART should appreciate this one. (Close most of the the loo's and stop cleaning the few remaining ones that remain accessible? Ancient history!)

Finding Stars in Life....

2008-07-03T09:06:00.000-04:00