Category: Truth

Season of Miracle

12/29/2021

Drawing 12·28·2021, pencil on paper, 20x16 inches

There is much going on in this living we do. True, deep reflection, is often placed in a convenient cage outside ourselves. Then, miracle happens. It dawns upon us. True becomes real. Truth be found. Here I am, in the struggle for truth. That is my job. This drawing is one filled with insight, yet unsatisfactory. Full truth continues to be a few steps away.

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Zing Zap Zoom Zum

12/22/2021

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Drawing 12·21·2021 No.1, pencil on paper, 16x20 inches

Drawing 12·21·2021 No.2, pencil on paper, 20x16 inches

I am on my own road. This is a shoutout to myself: "Follow your own compass!" and, "To thyself be true!" I am abandoning misdirection. Misdirection is mostly using models for direction. These drawings an't nothing but my own. I am choosing simplicity. This is me accepting my own minuscule knowledge. Forget the guy who was edgy. I was looking for revolution; I should have been following what I know. Here, in these drawings, I am working toward my personal summative truth.

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Succeeding by Roundabout

11/19/2021

Drawing 11·18·2021, pencil on paper, 20x16 inches

It appears impossible. I cannot get there by straight and true. I go in spirals, circling truth, hitting falsehood, saying "Ouch!", saying "Hey, that makes sense!", i.e., I am in an activity of assembling successes and failures. Through the work of assemblage truth is revealed. When my work sits in front me, naked and alone, assembled for my introspection, that's when I see truth and dishonesty. My job is to weed through confusion, toss out the weeds, bring truth back home. It ain't easy to recognize lies and personal deception. Truth hard to see when deception is part of every extended activity. There are few moments in my my life when I have the simple feeling that all is right, all is what it should be. I am doing OK. Yesterday's drawing is better than most.

Struggling to be Free

10/23/2021

"Tonstant Weader Fwowed Up " (2021 No.10, state 1), oil on canvas, 46⅝x60⅝ inches, {"And it is that word 'hummy', my darlings, that marks the first place in 'The House at Pooh Corner' at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up." -Dorothy Parker (1893-1967), in "The New Yorker", 20 October 1928, reviewed by Dorothy Parker as "Constant Reader"}

Drawing 10·22·2021, pencil on paper, 20x16 inches

Yesterday, like all days, was an introspective mess of true, false, and a search for insightful, mindfully discovered, veracity.

Anamorphosis is Possible

9/5/2021

Drawing 09·04·2021, pencil on paper, 20x16 inches

My road is narrowing. I am walking into a place where centering is true, and anamorphosis is possible. This is a world closer to my kind, to my ability to comprehend concisely, in depth and nuance. Am I not becoming more true to myself? My recent drawings feel true, so they may be true. I am a second guesser. Never do I take an idea to be correct without a considerable body of investigatory repetition, truth tested by research.

Today's drawing feels right and good.

Solidity of Intention

6/26/2021

Drawing 06·25·2021, pencil on paper, 20x16 inches

Intention is the beginning and the end. All is lost without intention. It is the mind's eye resting on total recall and total self-knowledge. Self-knowledge is continuously altered. With every confirmation of knowledge comes change. Every experiential activity informs self-knowledge. Such are the steps we take along our true path. Where we are going we do not know.

Yesterday's drawing was a grand experiment in self-knowledge. It is a satisfying step. I know more today because I made this drawing; it is good. I feel satiated by this step. Will I rest, satisfied as I am? No. Satisfaction feeds desire for more satisfaction. I want more. I want more truth. I crave the next step.

I Will Get There From Here

5/13/2021

Drawing 05·11·2021, pencil on paper, 20x16 inches

I am working to get to the promised knowing. It does exist. It is available to me. Every day I am working hard to get there. It is about in-my-face, in-your-face, bold-face truth. This drawing is another step in that direction. Today is another day walking toward the promise.

The Muster in Six

5/2/2021

Drawing 05·01·2021 No.1, pencil on paper, 16x20 inches

Drawing 05·01·2021 No.2, pencil on paper, 20x16 inches

Drawing 05·01·2021 No.3, pencil on paper, 16x20 inches

Drawing 05·01·2021 No.4, pencil on paper, 16x20 inches

Drawing 05·01·2021 No.5, pencil on paper, 20x16 inches

Drawing 05·01·2021 No.6, pencil on paper, 20x16 inches

Six drawings made six insights. These drawings were made seeking truth, emotional feedback, one after the next, each reacting to the previous.

Barks Between Blinks

4/14/2021

Drawing 04·13·2021, pencil on paper, 20x16 inches

Drawing 04·06·2021 (state 2), pencil on paper, 16x20 inches

Blink then look. First drawing is yesterday's. Second drawing was first performed on 4/6/2021, then revised yesterday; go back to my blog post of 4/7/2021 to see state 1 of the same drawing. Here are examples of solidification of truth and ideas. Ideas compete with truth to find finality as pencil marks.

Never a Cabbage

4/13/2021

Drawing 04·11·2021, pencil on paper, 20x16 inches

"No Living Thing Can Exist Without It" (2021 No.3, state 6), oil on canvas, 56x56 inches, {"Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life since no living thing can exist without it." - Boris Pasternak, "Doctor Zhivago" (1958)}

Nowhere but true. That is my direction. It is coming, it is happening, there is no end in sight, but things can change. I don't want to write, "Things will change," because that is my biggest fear. To be clear, I have no fear of change in my art, I have fear of change in my mindful living, moments by moment.

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Barks Between Blinks

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