THE MEDIUM

has evolved into an odd space.......the collage/painting, in the corner, by my friend Hill Irving, really bothers many of my friends......it's just "Art" to me, however......and the large, reversible painting by Ellen Grobman takes the otherworldliness even further......and, of course, the Vandersteen speaker that i just couldn't leave in the basement, now partially blocks the doorway.....The oval table, by Von Stuck, used to belong to my friend Mark West, who sold it to me so that he could purchase a Gothic-revival set... the chairs were once stored in Bruce Woodruff's boathouse.......i had them restored and love their scale in this room......I traded a retro-modern ruby and diamond ring for the French crystal chandelier that once belonged to John Allen Davis, the antique dealer for whom i was once a buyer...

Camus's philosophy of absurdism is based on the idea that the universe is incomprehensible and indifferent to our desire for meaning, purpose, and happiness.  He believed that people should not try to create meaning where it doesn't exist, but instead accept the absurdity of life and live in spite of it.

  125 Drafts....to work, toward 'completion'.....This morning, or one of many past mornings, working on a dozen, or a thousand, of these writing/imaging Projects....I fell into slumber, from not having slept the night 'away'......During this brief tourney between awakening consciousness and slumberland 'dreaming' .....it 'seemed', to the 'always awake' part of my brain, that the 'always asleep' part was trying to erase the prestidigitations of Art, and replace these remunerations for creative Thought...with more mundane considerations.......In the Dream, within a dream, contained by the 'freezing' of my body's involvement with sleep-walking and semi-conscious scribbling, by the light of a 2 1/2 watt yellowish light, coming through the galley windows of a childhood metal ship's portholes.....enough interplay between light and shadow passed through my thin upper eyelids to initiate a sequence of 'dream images' and fa...

A 'friend' mentioned "Orlando" . ...I thought of the Sally Potter adaptation of the VIrginia Woolf novel......and, meditating on the 'labyrinth' scene, reached across my bed to remove the old Navaho silver 'bolo' that has the same theme......Later, having 'passed out' from exhaustion...still wearing the silver bolo, I dreamt of elaborate mazes and labyrinths, as my sub-conscious mind peered into locked compartmentalized thinking constructs and confined memories......Awakening, again, before Dawn, when Merlin jumped onto the bed....his foot 'hitting' the 'ON' button to the DVR.......to the eternal conundrum of 'Newspeak' and anxiety-laden 'reports' on 'what's happening'......Then, looking around, by the early light of sunrise, I noticed that I was the only 'alert' thing in the room.....The sculptures seemed.....deep; in slumber, still......I need a cherry danish and a strong cappuccino! It...

 

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.....