Friday, December 31, 2010

Day Three Hundred Sixty Five: This End is A New Beginning

I guess this has been a winding down to this day rather than gathering to a crescendo. Like a watch that needs to be wound runs slower and slower, my attention nudging away.
Here it is then, New Years Eve. In terms of my original agreement with myself, I am finished with tonight’s  submission.  And was it worth it? I guess so.  But as of today, I am relieved.
And a little disappointed.  
I know I will see fruits from the seeds planted this year in the art to come, but my ego says I should have done more. Grander, more imaginative work showing more experimentation with materials and raw ideas. And better writing.  Perhaps more about my life using less obtuse references. Maybe so many things could have been different. But they weren’t.  This is what I did in a year of daily production, amid work and family and lots of cycling.
Which brings me back to New Years Eve, and by extension the new year.   
I will not make pronouncements this year as to specific actions, save for the 5000 or more glorious miles of cycling I hope to ride this next year.  I renewed my life with cycling this last year.  Somehow I had forgotten what I have lived by most of my life: riding my bike alters the fabric of my existence. My body of course is spry, fit, handsome from the exercise; but better yet, my mind has time to clear, to quiet, to ponder. I remember to be happy.
So this I will say, good love is in the air, I can feel it. This is going to be a banner year for all. New ideas are brewing. The freefall of the last few years is over. The attitudes have come full circle. Innovation and independence are surging . I feel it in the energy around me. I can’t help but breathe it in. I am excited to drop the ball at midnight and begin fresh, full of expectation.  Until next year, and the next urge, I am off riding into the next scene, the next project , the next fleeting bit of form that I can conjure. See you there, I love you.

Friday, December 31: Pastel, Old Art, Bikes (Thanks Mom!), a wink, a prayer and an Auld Lang Syne. 

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Day Three Hundred Sixty Four: This Too Shall Pass

You were expecting something more? 

Thursday, December 30: Sharpie on paper

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Day Three Hundred Sixty Three: Apathy and Excitement

Strange bedfellows.
I am glad to be coming to the end of the year and yet I will miss this.
And then, there is the next project. 
What is that you say?
I have a couple days to decide how to start.
Then I will let you know.

Wednesday, December 29: Sharpie on paper

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Day Three Hundred Sixty Two: Oblivion

Beautiful Oblivion.
What is a black hole? Where does it begin and if it never ends, does anything else exist?
I look forward to more happiness, love, awareness, clarity, guidance, creativity, bike riding, sex and joy.
At the same time I long for solitude. I think most things on the list above can also be accomplished alone.
Perhaps not as well, And perhaps, at least where sex is concerned, technically, it is called something else if there is no one else participating with you.

Tuesday, December 28: wishes

Monday, December 27, 2010

Day Three Hundred Sixty One: Blow Off Earth

I was driving today. If you have ever driven the Palouse you know how the terrain can change as the fields roll. Well, a couple of times today, vertigo hit and I felt like a mere fluff that could just blow right off the Earth and into oblivion.

Monday, December 27: Sharpie on Paper

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Day Three Hundred Sixty: !

Holy Cow.

Sunday, December 26: farewell seasonal light overload

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Day Three Hundred Fifty Nine: Merry Christmas to All

Peace on Earth.

Saturday, December 25: acrylic paint on paper

Friday, December 24, 2010

Day Three Hundred Fifty Eight: Winding Down

Why does it take the end of the calendar year to reflect and learn and move forward with new plans. Technically, everyday, every minute is the start of a new year and can be treated with the same wide-eyed wonder and excitement that the calendar celebration brings. But, I will take any chance to start fresh.

Friday, December 24: photo of eagle grounds and fog.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Day Three Hundred Fifty Seven: Lather, Rinse, Repeat

it looks the same, but its different.
it looks different, but its the same.

Thursday, December 23: sharpie on paper, 9x12

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Day Three Hundred Fifty Six: What Scale Are You Using?

What is your measure? How are you defining that? So much of communication is learning what terms we share. Even so, there are so many nuances. Goodness. I have said too much already. There is less to be misunderstood in silence.

Meanwhile organic notions continue to play.They need a larger playground.

Wednesday, December 22: Pastel and Sharpie on paper