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Live your questions now, and perhaps even without knowing it, you will live along some distant day into your answers.—Rainer Maria Rilke

The function of the artist in a disturbed society is to give awareness of the universe, to ask the right questions, and to elevate the mind.—Marina Abramovic Give the gift of questions this year (I think) because 2024 set fire to sanity, to freedom, to everything we thought we knew. By summer the simmering omens… too short for excerpt, but Read More anyway »

Light is the silent universal expression of the greatest force our senses can grasp.—Thomas Wilfred Light in the night curves & bends, rustles fronds and lays against the lines. Backlit in the vast beyond, circles twirl across the hues of blue. And textured pink with sparks of gold adhere—then flow—with the wildest waves of hair.… too short for excerpt, but Read More anyway »

Whether pivotal, fleeting or fractured, we crave, create & dwell in moments—not sweeping extravaganzas. Could be a moment of horror or a gift of grace. But like a film editor, we string the moments together across time & space and channel what we make of them. How we pace them, place them, intersect, overlap or splice them. Fester on them or dignify them, sepia tone, colorize or crystalize them, float them in beams of moonlight or zap to erase. We can slice them into fragments of fiction, celestially imbue them with vision(s), add sensuous textures and deep bass sounds, intellectualize, analyze or simply absorb their magnetic illumination. Enter the flow. Read More »

You might wonder why an artist, writer, writing coach and editor prefers the wordless world—despite the joy of elegant phrasing, compelling characters, and intriguing stories. You see—yes, you can cozy up to the concrete and parade persuasive facts, but the real zing arises out of abstractions. Inward, outward, folded, draped, textured, polished, hard or soft—dark and deep. Abstractions zig & zag—curve & creep. In the lively layers of contrast, lies not the unspeakable, but the experience of the ineffable. Read More »

What transpires high above in the inky indigo heavens? For each grain of sand, 10,000 brilliant stars flicker in the night sky—10,000 of 200 billion trillion. While the moon glows a mere 238,855 miles away, the closest stars to Earth lie about 4.37 light years away (one light-year is about 6 trillion miles). Maybe our infinite memories embed themselves in the stars—both the beautiful & the ugly. Maybe the gnarliest ones get celestially processed & cleansed to dazzle in the moonlight. Read More »

Will the mercurial month of October still be October? // Will the dangerous Santa Anas still stir the sands & sear our nerves—then soothe with a Hollywood sunset? ? Will the leaves still turn from green to gold & crimson? // Where will the glorious red come from? Roses or rubies? Poppies or cherries, cardinals, or coral? Or will AI mimic shades of war—the blood & bleed? // What will AI do with the nectar of truth and malignancy of lies? // Will currency lack currency? How will humans get it, keep it, stockpile it, hoard it, steal it, lack it, or burn it? Or will it burn itself? // Read More »

I guess I’m just hopelessly fascinated by the realities that you can assemble out of connected fragments.
—Junot Diaz

In the blue green vein of my subconscious—a cinematic impulse surges from my human hard drive—with nerve ending touch, soothing & siren sounds. Continuity, cuts, cross cuts, jump cuts and fades stream on demand—scenes dissolve & roll with invisible credits. Hues shift, shadows elongate and delicious textures glisten. Easy to surrender to a silky montage of deeply saturated colors—dicier to disengage visions and visitations (explicit & subliminal) in black & white. Leaping over time and whirling through space, minutes meld, seasons shuffle, lovers & others appear and disappear, while tangles of emotions mingle. Not exactly random connections, but fragments curated with smooth precision from within. I love to try to trick it (my subconscious)—alter the timeline, delete or drop in a sequence, gloss up the outcome—synchronize the flow.

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What if your story generated a shape or a kaleidoscope of shapes? What if a shape performed as a catalyst for your story? What if you shaped your story (real or imagined) to reflect the content and illuminate the truth? Read More »

The present is the ever-moving shadow that divides yesterday from tomorrow. In that lies hope.
—Frank Lloyd Wright

May the illusion of shadows illuminate
And bursts of light in infinite nights, Read More »