Eye Doctor

Understanding prescriptions

Ghost of a Colour

The Making and the
Unmaking
meet in a fleeting
Horizon

The color
the pigment
moves from
the artists mind
to the object

It treads miles
and in many lines
to be a colour

A Spectrum
An apparition


 Image from Peach blow vase

Image from It took 60 miles of sewing thread to create

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Heisenberg's uncertainty principle

Anonymity and Humanity
When a person is in the
oblivion you dont know
him
if he's good or bad
when he gets famous
then he wishes for the
world
however illegal,
inappropriate
only to get more famous
in an uncomplimentary way

Jared

One eye over the tear

says the preschooler

Is it girl or boy?

I told my preschooler
that I saw a
Jingle Bell Spider

I thought it was creative
use of jingles

I am going to call it a female as
The ends of the palps are not enlarged

piggy backy ridey

Holding her sisters
tiny little pants
of yellow and white flowers
behind her back

like a sweater
with only hands
fastened

'piggy backy ridey'

Coaching in TImes of Crisis and Transformation

The beginning of wisdom is to call things by their right name - Chinese Proverb.

Writing with insistence on knowing the names of the animals, plants specific aims at making you wiser about the world you inhabit.

When architecture speaks

The Yazidi holy place of Lalish


Deep Fluted Cone
The circular steps
on the bottom
make the edge
prominent like
daggers turned out

A good building
makes you recall
both the starting brick
and its defiance at once

If we were marble sculpture

Color potrait makes me
wish we were all marbles
to begin with
like the white sculptures

We could then be
chameleons
then we wouldnt need any
makeup

And when we run out of
some color
like the laundry day
it will be canary yellow lips
and patched face


In the beginning, when the artist is looking how the colors are on a practice sheet, light color circle a bit to the left of a dark one, gave it a 3D look.
At 13:25, her nose seems like it is placed on the sheet

Countries as thought clouds

A cloud of thought
on an overturned
paper on an easel

We use those clouds
to box up something
we dont know fully
but want to represent
it

Borders of a nation
too
seem drawn that way

Notes for 'Where Life is.."

6.14.15

Hand

Fissure

World map

Earth

At a fissure 

parts

Wish to coalesce

Like Zeno’s paradox

6.16.15

Aging of paint

Fades

Peels

Feeds calcium deficient kids

Elements

Paint Failure Dictionary

http://inspectapedia.com/PaintFailure/Paint_Failure_Dictionary.htm

Paint Adhesion loss

A Two tone paint

Is a case of two places

Where two paints failed

To stick

Where two paints repelled

The surface

Fading is a surface effect

http://webfootpainting.com/blog/2011/01/heres-an-interesting-article-about-howwhy-paint-fades/

bricks and paint to flake through expansion and contraction

https://books.google.com/books?id=EOOQiivLVTEC&pg=PA14&dq=fade+paint+art&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0CEMQ6AEwBzgUahUKEwjQjKPL6pXGAhWBnYAKHc86AIw#v=onepage&q=fade%20paint%20art&f=false

bricks and paint breathe

The sun that illuminates the paint

Fades it too

 Where Life is

Hidden operatoin

Hidden operation

Robin Coste Lewis

Robin Coste Lewis is a great poet. Read the Pen Ten with Robert Coste Lewis. I enjoyed reading On the Road to Sri Bhuvaneshwari as it was a common ground. The center big piece 'Voyage of the sable Venus' is an experiment in terms of the arrangement of the content from the titles of museum exhibits, but so is every poem. In one when poem, where every scene is in the 'not' frame, I knew something dreaded was coming.
In Verga, a jumbled pantoum, a reverse rubik cube where any move from the horror is only weirder.
Every word of her seems well strained. Most likely poems to be sent to moon, as they represent humanity.
verga

Dogly

I came across Dog elbows in a poem by Robin Coste Lewis. While reading dog race reminded me of the dog elbows as dog end