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Thursday, July 7, 2011

Talia's View: the Beginning July 7, 2011

Arriving on the spot,  and thanking  spirit, I set up over Talia and Michael's and  grave.

I begin to line in the painting. Staying open, and present, I sketch:  stealing from nature, reconfigure and simplify the elements before me,  and  line-in the contours.

I paint in anticipation of the low light arriving in a couple of hours at sunset.

I want the view to the Pacific Ocean (that body of water which has no memory) to be the ultimate focal point.

I quiet myself and begin to sketch.
I listen to the silence.


  1. On my skin
    there is a hum
    raising color
    In my circulation
    there is a drum
    raising touch

    like this

    Radio patterns
    focus in and out
    my gray matter
    raising color

    like this

    In my soul
    I sing a song
    of connecting vibrations
    raising fusion

    like this

    over-under, sliding curve, beside beauty, turn my jaw, speak of blending currents, air and liquid, refresh my blood to hands embrace