The World is a Catastrophe Moloch, Moloch everywhere. Ginsberg, you prophet in the wilderness. Ginsberg, who would also say, This is the one and the only firmament; therefore it is the absolute world. There is no other world. The circle is complete. I am living in Eternity. The ways of this world are the waysContinue reading “The Anarchic Prodigality of Love”
“Deyr fé, deyja frændur, deyr sjálfur ið sama; en orðstír deyr aldregi hveim er sér góðan getur.” – Hávamál Death is like love, it often comes when you least expect it. Early this morning, my brother-in-law’s father passed away. I am immediately reminded of the poem from the Icelandic sagas, “Cattle die, kindred die, EveryContinue reading “Shattering the Image”
Loading my vehicle this afternoon to head to Ann Arbor. Excited to get this installation off the ground – no pun intended. Lately I’ve been thinking geologically and asking myself what that exactly means. My view of things sometimes pans out over centuries and can extend into millennia. At the point that the vision hitsContinue reading “I am the Big Bang”
The artist mineralizes the imagination. The process of painting fossilizes matter into an image. The imago is devoted to nature as an image of itself. The image is not a representation of a scene, but the presentation of the potentiality of matter. It’s essential content is the advent. It does not deny what follows fromContinue reading “The Advent”
Through painting as a virtuality of matter, the vision is content as the advent ex-nihilo of its being. The excess of becoming hangs over every law of composition.