THE MEDIUM

Follow the Curve.....it is likely to take one full circle, because the perceived horizon is the fixation of attention. Those that maneuver beneath the Surface of 'Things' have a greater challenge, for most of what is and has been or will be lies beneath the observation of senses, in the Cosmos of Incomprehension...to which we apply 'tags' and labels...in the delusional expectations of categorical inclusion and shared mutually substantiated beliefs about what we imagine is Real.......Dive in, with the realization that one's point of entry is a moving target, not a fixed, unchanging objective......Hesitate too long....and you will enter yet another World......that of another Perspective.....

  This life caravan is a strange course, begun with strapped camels, bearing the affectations of Living; then at rest, deplete of provisions, viewing the evening desert of dreams, empty through the glass of abundance, which does not approach again in tomorrow's morning, when time unfolds with calm and ease, when winds that blew are merely breeze...... Learn from Nature, from birds and bees and live your life in love and peace... for Love is what one gives away to please.... Veristes

  I discovered an old, scratchy contact strip with an image of Lottie Belinda Gibbs Dearmoun, and deciding to clean up the tiny image, pixel-by-pixel, for some OCD channelling.....and noticed that the oval area over Belinda's left breast was immune to 'retouching'......hmmmm....I thought about how, decades after I made this photo, she died from metastatic breast cancer that had been diagnosed, originally, in her left breast!......How Twilight Zoneish is that!

  I've seen so many demonstrations of Oppositional Defiance Disorder in the past few days........at every conceivable level of human interactions.......Perhaps this is De Rerum Natura.....Thousands of years ago, Thinkers and Philosophers, and what would later be designated "Psychologists", pondered the seemingly timeless condition of "things that 'live'"......why humans are contentious, the assumption that 'might makes right', our reluctance to accept ethical responsibility, logical and sensible morality... even questionings about "whether or not we really 'exist'", rather than our presumptive dealing with the problematic scenarios within which we certainly do.....We struggle, because we don't know who we are, or are willing to reveal, and thus 'cloak', the 'id-ness' that lurks, thinly disguised beneath our Superego's need to be loved, coddled, reinforced, 'believed' and admired......locking

     THIS AFTERNOON, I SPENT ABOUT A HALF HOUR DISINFECTING, THEN CLEANING IT OF BLACK MOLD, VARIOUS FUNGI AND MILDEW.....AND DRYING THE WARPED LINEN CANVAS WITH A HAIR DRYER....JUST TO SEE WHAT THE HELL IT WAS 'ALL ABOUT'......THEN, SUDDENLY, 'IT ALL CAME BACK':  "WHAT IT WAS ALL ABOUT' ......FEELING A BIT OF NOSTALGIA, I PHOTOGRAPHED IT, SURROUNDED IT WITH A VIRTUAL FRAMING JOB....AND....HERE...IT IS, UNBUCKLED AND 'RESTORED...DIGITALLY'.....AT THE TIME OF ITS CREATION.....1966, WHILE I WAS IN ONE OF PURYEAR MIMS' ART CLASSES AT VANDERBILT.....I WAS THINKING:  "SOON, I WILL BE A GREAT ARTIST....AND MY WORKS WILL HANG IN GALLERIES, ALL OVER THE WORLD!".....     WELL.......THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN, DID IT?   I GAVE UP  "PAINTING" SHORTLY THEREAFTER......CRESTFALLEN,  THAT I WAS NOT 'THE NEXT BIG DEAL' AND HAD BECOME CYNICAL ABOUT THE 'ART WORLD', IN GENERAL....AFTER A TOUR OF "ART" GALLERIES IN NEW YORK,