or maybe i just got a decent night sleep ...
i know we're less than a month into the depths of winter - or on our way out - but the light is beginning to look different - that Jupiter moves into Pisces tomorrow - something that only occurs every twelve years - and lets face it, there's something about celestial events that have influenced history thousands of years prior to us becoming 'modern' ...
anyway, the 'atmosphere' has gradually been shifting frequency - and today, i can hear/feel/sense the pitch change - a DM7 if anyone cares - which in chakra language is associated with the naval - which in Carlos Castaneda language has to do with connectivity and balance - which in Anasazi language has to do levels of 'world' - which in Greek mythology has to do with the attributes of being Athenian - which in string theory has to do with dimensional blending - or in 'seven' systems has to do with analogous and hues of complimentary colors, tones, vibrations, and frequency - but i'm not certain of the fractal implications - too complicated by my standards ...
anyway, its not often that i dream of what my paintings will look like in the future - and last night i got a preview - now all i have to do is get from here to there - or abandon 'here' on blind faith - which seems a little reckless - and even a bit schizophrenic by industry and collector standards - that despite moments of 'inspiration', they prefer deliberate, justifiable, and predictable changes ...
there were veils of something like 'speaking in tongues' or translating the archetypes of collective consciousness in casual phrases - gradating and scrimmed from tabula rasa to logos and visualizations of minimalist jazz - somewhere between my 'To Tell A Vision' and "Views of a Secret' series, the very late work of Miro, Mompo, Matisse, or Chagall and the last drawings of Gorky with the precision of Rabinowich or Rockburne and the nonchalance of a flamenco master ... i saw myself with the paintings - bearded and older - but at least thinner [unless dreams knock off twenty pounds] - and i don't even like beards, unless i can't afford blades as a result of the paintings' lack of marketability or the cultures disinterest in art or anything that isn't nostalgic - i wonder if Palin was president - that would at least explain a few things - or maybe i just retreated to the hermetic behaviors i always suspected i was predisposed to; with nature, books, music, and paint ... but that was either last night's dream or the fabric of continuity wearing thin ...
for today, i've got two pieces i'm trying to finish, one to start, and one on the go - somewhere between 20 and 40 layers for a commission ... a piece of music to work on that's been haunting me for a few weeks - organization, packing, planning, evaluation, and maybe some walking, photography, and reading ... some phone calls, bill paying, recycling, a movie ...
