Epilogue (2)

in 2006

my life slipped

downside

downer

~

within 3 months

I held my stillborn son

my dad died of cancer

I was charged with assault

~

grief

guilt

shame

digging my core

scraping regrets

dragging bones

spiralling

new

low

~

admittance

nervous breakdown

psychosis

psychiatric ward

~

I’m nobody

I’m everybody

another voiceless number

without earth / geo sans

longing for a role

wishing for a place

longing for belonging

wishing

for

maybe

~

thankfully

my wife and I were committed

to loving

each other

~

carrying boulders

harrowing descending spirals

plowing parellel lines

together

~

love

was our only

guide

~

time

we promised

would never

erode us

~

we withered

we cried

we hid

we lied

~

we’ll

be

okay

~

In 2009

our daughter

was born

~

nine days later

my wife

suffered a heart attack

~

thankfully

she survived

but her / our

healing process

was new / now

again

~

our daughter

protected us

held us together

gave us meaning

strength

~

she was

our guide

our light

our love

~

writing

this past year

I’ve sorted through moments

images

new / old poems

~

I’ll never truly understand

what I’ve gone through

~

and

maybe

that is

okay

~

ceremony / 1

ceremony / 2

ceremony_3

ceremony / 4

Colour Theory Reflections (12/12)

 

Formless Colour

sketch: geo sans

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Color is the place where our brain and the universe meet

~

Paul Klee

 
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After sleeping through a hundred million centuries we have finally opened our eyes on a sumptuous planet, sparkling with color, bountiful with life. Within decades we must close our eyes again.

Isn’t it a noble, an enlightened way of spending our brief time in the sun, to work at understanding the universe and how we have come to wake up in it?

This is how I answer when I am asked—as I am surprisingly often—why I bother to get up in the mornings.

~

Richard Dawkins

 
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Change is my favorite color.

~

Rita Said

 
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Joyful Songs

my daughter’s drawing when 3 yrs old