Wednesday, June 30, 2010
" True artists pick their own perspectives - they live and love their ways even if they must live and love alone. Praise and applause are not priorities of artists; what matters most is the fulfillment that comes with being oneself."
quote by Michael William Nebab.
Image made in Laos.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
A river has a constant ebb and flow of movement. It seems to trick us into believing that it is always there as we watch and yet at every moment it is new, giving rise to a great source of exploration and of discovery; a source of knowledge as it speaks.
The river fires my imagination as I follow it, walk in it, look under stones and drift my fingers within it. It gives me a strong sense of freedom.
From rain to the river, to the sea and back to rain.
When it rains I hear melodic drum beats and witness rebirth as the river forms once again from the source. Does everything always return, like leaves on the trees after winter?
It feels as if there are a thousand eyes looking out from the soul of the earth, existing only in the present and with a thousand different voices repeating the same mantra, 'one.' It is of water, of creature, of earth.
The source it seems is the beginning and the end, playing with time, the old becoming the new, the new disappearing into the old and yet only existing in the present.
top image made in Cuckmere Haven, UK
bottom image made in Check Republic
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
"He was animal, carcass, stone, wood, water, each time he reawakened. The sun or moon shone, he was again self, swung into the life cycle, felt thirst, conquered thirst, felt new thirst." taken from 'Siddhartha' by Hermann Hesse.
images made in Kota Kinabalu and Perhentian Islands.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Slow down you move to fast, you've got to make the movement last
just hanging around in shoulderstand
looking for fun and feeling Yogi
Hello Swami Ji, what cha knowing, i've come to watch your flowers growing
aint ya got a mantra for me
do-ti-do do feeling Yogi
I've got no past to do, no future to keep
i'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
let the asna time drop all its petals on me
life i love you all is Yogi