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A chronological look at the best work from the last few years is now here.

november 28

      Last quarter of the moon, a few more chilly days. New moon on the 4th of December, another intense chart suggesting a deluge of information becoming available. Well, for those with ears to hear. There's a trial in New York City that starts Monday that's kind of being ignored, possibly because it is ticking so very loudly. This trial might feature revelations next week that are harder to ignore. In the work, fiddled around with making a lean emulsion paint using oil and egg white, switched to glair, this was better, possibly an approach that was used very early. Had hoped to develop this into something people could use as a solvent free method for realism but it's probably not going to work with commercial paint. Well, it works with chalk and bone ash, but still not too smoothly. On the other hand, if the beginning is dry pigment, then glair, then oil, this comes together and works easily. But most people want to start with paint in a tube. Which is understandable, but solvent became heavily involved in this approach for a reason. Well, there may be something here, but as usual when a new door opens, the newness means beginning over. Will keep posting more about the work as it happens, but things may be sort of sporadic for a few months.



november 21

      Well, the local rivalry between Being and Doing has been hotly contested for decades now, though Doing seemed to somehow always come out on top. But, after many years as an also-ran, Being began to edge into prominence in the last few years. And much to the surprise of the pundits, Doing in fact took a beating regularly in 2021, yet still rallied gamely until the Fall. But this past week, Doing found small pieces of itself orbiting Pluto, as Being took complete possession of the field. Do I love this? Well, not yet, but there's clearly no choice. And have to admit that, in spite of taking a regular beating this year, Doing produced some work I really like. So, in the long run, it's kind of hard to see Doing throwing in the towel. But for now, nothing doing! I can see the world as a stage where we're all merely players, but what happens when the costume you've called yourself just disappears? Have no idea what's next, but probably not anything known. Questions ensue. Will this be hard? Will this be fun? Probably the usual inscrutable mixture of both, and that's fine. But right now, feels like it's time for a rest. I'm not that great at this, but luckily, have a friend who is.

november 14

      Waxing moon, another week on the warm and sunny side for this time of year, sort of a timeless feeling. Full moon in the week to come on the 19th, it looks like a doozy, , very intense energies in the chart, including partial lunar eclipse conjunct Algol, one of the more intense traditional stars, pretty apt! This time of year is generally the most quiet time for the work, so we'll see if anything wants to happen. The process still happens, but not actually making them. Which makes sense somehow. I don't have issues trusting the plan, but have generally wanted it to get a move on. But of course, this is not exactly trusting the plan. Nor has it proven to speed anything up, producing the all too familiar growth opportunity of banging one's head against a brick wall. Am slowly discovering another way to deal with this, it's about relinquishing my personal definition of more, and exploring the definition of more that's on offer. In other words, there's always more, I just need to look in the right place. And it's easier now to feel the difference between the spiral and the maze. The spiral expands without thought or effort, with the maze there's always calculation and effort. I grew up being taught that the maze was simply human life on Earth, but that always felt limited, almost insulting to the larger picture. I kept looking for a connection to the larger picture, and finally found an appropriately large one in the early 80s in The Law of One books. This led to the Explorer Race books, there are more of these but the first six are definitely worth looking into for a highly detailed alternate picture of both humanity and the universe. A great many people, of course, are still in love with the great 3D game of the maze, with all it's material bells and whistles, alluring speeds and flashing lights, dramatic theme music, and can't forget the endless cornucopia of sitcoms and Twinkies. And this game is fine as long as we genuinely want or need to play it. But I mention these two sets of channeled books because they made such a difference for me, one that has lasted a long time now. In case anyone is interested in getting out of the maze, once and for all, and exploring the infinite universe of their cosmic birthright.


      Japanese sweet potatoes are amazing. I like to bake them, or fry them covered with a little oil on low heat, the fried ones are really good with the more bitter greens.


      Tried a few new things in this one, a 3x7 shape and a medium without hide glue. Neither of these really worked out, but it's sometimes necessary to explore outside a given frame of reference before returning to it. Without hide glue, the medium is a lot more mobile, and doesn't layer. Well, this could be changed a little by adding more marble dust but I wanted to see what happened this way. Based this loosely on one of the drawings below; it was fun to make because the paint did something different but all in all it feels like there's not much there. Will definitely go back to hide glue in the medium for more set and layering, but it may be a while before that happens. Which is okay, a lot happened this year. 6x14 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Some small evening drawings in the 3x7 format. I'm left-handed so these go from top to bottom, right to left. I went through seven variations of the known, some of which I liked, but realized more of a change was due, and introduced the combination of more simplicity and curves, middle row, bottom. This wasn't quite the right departure, but departure itself seemed right Then, a couple nights later, started working with a 1x3 format but with the simplifications of using thirds as the basis, and letting the edges drift outside the box. This made sense since the idea was to get out of my own box but it also seems easy to overdo. In the final one, below, reintroduced some of the elements from the earlier series. Am beginning to be able to see these as a kind of grammar, which is fun. This one seems like a good point of departure for a larger chalk drawing. May start with it within the box, and see if it still wants to get outside of it. Let it break out its own way, that makes sense.





november 7

      Week of the new moon, mostly sunny and more seasonal, one frosty morning. Sometimes the new moon is a little confusing, nothing seems to be new enough, but this one seemed to just take everything deeper. So, it felt like the approach itself, to anything, needed to be made new by being more closely examined. As is always the case, the frustration of not painting began to give way to more appreciation of what has happened this year. It's always interesting to look at something I've done and see a different painting. This often happens seeing something in progress on the second morning, but can also happen over longer periods of time. So, this year's work became new this week, could see it more for what it is, rather than as a series of relentless stepping stones to something better. At the same time, it feels like what I was doing has ended. Not painting so much, but exploring that particular vein or focus. It feels the next few weeks are going to be pretty intense; disclosure of what has been hidden is not going to stop, neither are the lies and gaslighting attempting to obscure it. This is at the point where even if I ignore it it's distracting, so I'm not sure anything is going to happen in the work soon. I know what I want to try next, but by the time the work comes around again, that all may have changed. The 10th and 11th, which feature a conjunction of Mars and Mercury in Scorpio, may be days of intense verbal fisticuffs. The chart of the full moon on the 19th is simply amazing in terms of how it delineates the situation we are in, including the way everyone is being presented with a choice as to who is telling the truth, and who is not: feels like a time to be patient and consider, rather than act and react, there will be plenty of that in any case. In larger terms, I'm mostly working on what new means in terms of shifting my frame of reference from duality to unity. This is always about becoming less reactive or judgemental, more detached or spacious, and the new moon brought another level of this to bear. So, some days are better than others, but, as with everything, once the question is formulated accurately, the answer isn't far to seek. Implementing the answer well is another matter, but I no longer see it as a race. I've always wanted to understand the structure of things, but can see now that this structure has too many dimensions to understand. Maybe who I really am can understand it, but the conscious me here on Earth? No. Giving this habit of mind up is huge for me, a large step. It feels clear now that the complexity is by design, encouraging consciousness to focus in the experience of the present moment, and focus on positive manifestation. Okay, except I don't want a new car, I want a new world.


      The K-Index measures how much solar radiation is coming into the Earth's atmosphere. The lines are typically mostly in the green zone, the red lines here show what happens energetically when a CME (coronal mass ejection) hit earlier this week, producing a G3 level storm. G1 and G2 storms are more common, G3 is rare, although not officially dangerous to sensitive technology. Still, this is the highest I've seen this index, for the longest continuous period, over the last few years. So, if you think about the energy of the Sun, and what it does for life on Earth, its enlivening effect, so to speak, as the Source of Light, it's easy to see how increasing the Light would be useful to clean up a planet that had become held back by pernicious negative programming. An inspired, simple, and unstoppable solution. It's going to be interesting to watch this graph in the next few months. Does the media lie? Yes. Does the government and its celebrity minions lie? Yes. Does the Sun lie? No. So, a bunch of phony stars vs. a genuine star. Who ya got?


      The version of the story I learned goes like this: We are all children of the Creator. To come here we accepted the veil, or the forgetting, leaving our identity largely behind, in order to learn more quickly, but also do an important service for the Universe. Eons of overwhelming interest in love, peace, and perfection all over the Universe had created the unilateral rejection of negativity. The fact that something was separated created a basic philosophical rift in Infinity that needed to be healed in order for the Universe to continue to grow. Because a Universe that isn't growing is a Universe that is beginning to end, this became an urgent priority. To redeem negativity meant including it, demonstrating it has a purpose, a creative use to the whole. To accomplish this, we incarnated into a free-will experiment in matter where our larger origins and the continuity of all life were almost completely obscured. This became the long, convoluted battle between Light and Dark we know simply as 'life on Earth.' This occurred because negativity proved to be far more complex, and more attractive to some beings on Earth, than the Universe had anticipated. After its defeat in WWII, the Dark became increasingly devious in the later 20th century, manipulating human life through technology, and turning information into misinformation through the media, so that nothing was really as it seemed. Subtle forms of poison increasingly pervaded the earth, the air, the water, the food, the social and political institutions. In this situation, it became increasingly difficult for people to access their inner voice and to believe in anything but pragmatic materialism, and the hidden agenda grew stronger by creating, and feeding on, fear. But as the Earth moved into the Photon Belt recently, the Universe made the decision that enough was enough, and began to amplify this already high frequency energy to expose and dismantle the Dark programming sometimes known as the Matrix, just as it was moving into high gear with its plan to use the plandemic to turn human beings into AI controlled slaves. This counter-program has been done bit by bit in order to create as little chaos for humanity as possible. Now, thanks to many different kinds of efforts on many different levels and dimensions, the Dark has lost this battle, it controls only the empty shell of the puppet governments and media. At this point, only the clean-up operation is left, which involves waking up the people who are still hypnotized by the Dark program, centered on the mainstream media's 'hard-hitting' culture of fear masquerading as truth. This movie is becoming more obvious as America's zombie administration stumbles on, the truth about the plandemic and what's really in the vaccine becomes known, and 'authorities' who once lied with impunity become increasingly exposed. A major clean-up is in progress, and will ramp up in the time between now and the Winter Solstice. What's left of the Dark will continue to try to create fear and provocation, but once this clean-up is complete, once we understand our true potential, and our true history -- how we were duped, and what was actually done -- we will be able to go from one dimension to the next as a collective, to ascend, so to speak: the first time any planetary group in the Universe has done this while physical. This means we will leave all forms, absolutely all forms, of conflict and duality behind over the next few years, and finally have a truly just society based on universal prosperity and equality. At this point we are on the paradise timeline, and the Earth is headed towards being the paradise planet it was always designed to be. Right now, if you listen to the media, you will hear one story. But if you listen to Nature, the Sun, what's inside you, you will hear a very different one.>/p>

       This is a very condensed version of the consistent story told in the channeled information that's been coming out now for years, I first encountered it in the Law of One books back in the 1980s. And you may or may not believe any of this, which is fine, it's a free will Universe. But there are some amazing beings out there who are helping us understand this, and sometimes someone says it with unusual grace or elegance. Here is a recent message from the same channel, explaining how close we are to the cosmic tipping point. It is difficult to be patient still, when we are so close without a definite schedule. But if you believe in this -- and you know who you are, even if no one else does -- the most important thing is to stay in the zero point field of unity consciousness, to find the paradise timeline in your own heart, and in your own life, and just stay on it no matter what is supposedly going on in the hall of mirrors of the outer world. Take back your power as a divine being and anchor the Light. There are going to be revelations relatively soon about what has really been happening, be wary of any last ditch efforts to delay progress by the MSM via further tales of fear and chaos. From the perspective of the Universe, this is a spiritual process through which humanity learns what is real and what is unreal, what is true and what is false, and, as infinite fractals of an infinite Source, everything we need to navigate this has been set up for us in the inner world. The more we access this place, the more the old way is deprived of energetic attention, and the faster we bring the paradise timeline into manifestation in our own lives, and for the collective. What is the 95% of out brain that we 'don't use' doing? It is creating physical reality. This means it is really as simple as accentuating the positive to minimize, and ultimately eliminate, the negative. Here is another quality summary of recent events, this time more focused on the Light-Dark endgame in America, why nothing large happened around the Inauguration, and the coming establishment of different global government, energy, financial and health care systems. This is a particularly good source, with many more recent messages of value. There is a lot to be positive about in larger terms, none of which is acknowledged by the MSM for this very reason. But no amount of gaslighting, trickery, or mind-control programming can stop humanity from waking up to its cosmic birthright and moving forward into a genuinely bright future.


      When I got involved in the Great Phony Spike Lavender Wars a few years ago, (a fraud which has only increased in scope, and which you can read about here) one of the things that came out of the research was that there were lots of phony synthetic fragrances, the tons of phony lab lavender being the model for phony spike lavender. So I decided to make my own soap, to be able to use a higher quality product on my 1.5-2 square meters of skin. This quickly led to making my own laundry soap out of the very cleansing coconut oil. I did use organic coconut oil, in for a penny, in for a pound, and cheaper when it's on sale. So, that's the top right photo, an older bar of coconut oil soap being grated for use in the washing machine. I use 1 part soap, 1 part borax, and 1 part washing soda, this is pretty standard in the alternative laundry world, and works well in general. But after a couple years I was running out of my original batch of coconut oil soap! Had read online about pine rosin being an older ingredient in laundry soap, but could only find recipes for pine tar soap. Decided that these would be pretty much the same in terms of their effect on the lye proportion, and went ahead and dissolved 1 ounce of pine rosin in each pound of coconut oil, second photo above, calculating the lye and water with SoapCalc online. Because the pine rosin is acidic, adding it really accelerated the process. Third photo is the 3lb. block of coconut-pine rosin soap before cutting it into bars. I tried washing my hands and face with it and it did create a dry feeling, which is exactly what I want for the laundry. Wondered if this could be adapted to a regular bar of soap, and tried a mix of 60% olive oil 40% coconut oil with 1 ounce of pine rosin per pound, that's the last photo. Took a shower with this, and really liked it, the rosin makes the olive oil lather denser and less slimey, but had to admit it was a little drying for this time of year. So, this might be for the summer, or it might be for laundry too. Have liked the effect of coconut oil on the more slimey pure olive oil lather, but with rosin, an all olive oil soap would probably have a denser lather. Or, the amount of pine rosin could be decreased. Or, a combination of both: 20% coconut, 80% olive oil, and 1/2 ounce of rosin per pound of oil. Hey, that sounds pretty good. No matter what I do, it always seems to be about developing a finer balance between the ingredient proportions.


      Example of the grinding back procedure with these paintings. Sometimes it seems important to let it all go, not try to make things conform to any model and see what happens. This approach heralds change, so to speak, and can produce breakthroughs, or messes, or combinations of both. This one from October clearly needed more, so after the paint had dried a few weeks I ground it back with relatively coarse sandpaper, cleaned it further with alcohol on a rag, then put an incredibly thin coat of hide glue on it. There was no skill involved, the glue just skates along until it is incredibly thin. One thing I realized quickly with this process was that the first layer was probably the best one. Still, I wanted to figure out a process with the ones that didn't work out the first time: actually got one of them the second time recently, which is virtually unheard of. Ran into problems years ago by putting too many layers on that had too much saturation, these inevitably dried down. So I like the idea of working in reverse with leaner paint, sort of clawing them back, easy at this scale on paper, and with this paint. There's pretty little paint on this now, so many different things could happen on top of it and still dry brightly. Part of stopping is always considering what has happened in more detail, and with greater appreciation. 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.



october 31

      Week of mixed sun and rain, leaves turning bit by bit as it very slowly gets more seasonal. The single guy not blowing any leaves around at the train station across the street has become a crew of three guys blowing lots of leaves around. Beelzebub's Horn Section. Waning moon, everything pretty much ground to a halt in the work this week. Not without forewarning, it has seemed logical for the last few weeks somehow. Letting go of the work has never been my strong suit, so it's been a good opportunity to test out the one door closing so another one can open concept in the glowing crucible of experience. The more I get into consciously attempting to take good care of myself, the more I realize how little I did any of this in the past. It would be interesting to chart the way that doing came to mean so much more to me than being, I can remember times as a younger child when this was not true. Perhaps doing tends to take over because it guarantees more mistakes, therefore more opportunities for growth. The prevailing emphasis on judgement then means that mistakes don't get fully processed, so the opportunities for growth keep repeating until they become a kind of psychological logjam. I can see how this process works now, how it can become exacerbated to the point of dysfunction by the culture's emphasis on endless activity. But I'm glad that I couldn't then, because it would have only made me feel more fractured, like I'd come to the wrong planet, where the process of experience itself was working against me. Unraveling all this and sorting it out began in earnest when I came back to Philadelphia in 2014, although I was far from understanding this at the time. This process definitely has had its own mise en place, repeat performances of things that happened long ago that created a specific kind of fear. After a while I understood that each experience was designed to create closure. More recently, the events have been internal, replaying the stuff that somehow stuck. This has mostly had to do with adults who said mean or, certainly in one case, cruel things to me as a child, knowing I could not fight back. Each time I think this process has mercifully come to a close, it simply begins at a next level I didn't have any idea was there. Would always have said that everything happens for a reason, that none of it is bad even if it's difficult to live through. Eventually realized that this process was about a form of radical acceptance and forgiveness of both the hammer and the nail. It had always seemed wisest not to fight, yet not knowing how to process this fully produced the feedback loop of wanting to fight. When the frame of reference is that one has survived decades of a culture that is vicious and borderline insane, it's sort of hard to hear that these were all divinely perfect experiences that were chosen at the soul level. It's easy to see that intellectually, in fact to be appalled at one's ambition, but that's not soil where this process grows. I haven't wanted to give up, since it seems like the only real way forward, and this week at least the relentless chorus of internal leaf blowers has receded. So, it seems like this may be the door that's opening. Have to admit I'd rather be painting, there's just so much I still want to learn about, but painting does not seem to really be the current priority. And it's been odd, being stopped is sort of growing on me. Like, I can't change it, so why not explore it, even enjoy it? It seems so obvious to consider it this way now. You would think I might have figured this out sooner. But no, I wanted, above all, to fight it. Fighting it seemed like the only way to be me. And maybe it was for all those years. But that doesn't feel true anymore. Okay, maybe more happened this week than I thought.


      Chart of the new moon on November 4 around 5 pm at this location. An unusual mix of intensity and balance in this, as though the changes involved need to be thorough, but occur in small increments that allow people to process them without being overwhelmed. The most obvious tension on the horizon itself, Uranus in Taurus almost exactly opposite the Sun-Moon conjunction in Scorpio, then Eris, an asteroid representing discord, opposite the asteroid Karma, which is pretty close to both Mercury and Mars. So, the discord in the collective unconscious (12th House) plays out as verbal fisticuffs in the 7th house of partnerships but also of open enemies. Sounds sort of familiar. There's also Kassandra opposing Vesta, Kassandra is always trying to warn about a danger that goes unheeded, so this may be about the current untouchable vestal virgins: the mainstream media. So, overall, tensions between the two factions in the ongoing unspoken war over who has control of the narrative are going to continue to increase in the first half of November. The now-standard set of lies and dirty tricks designed to generate the fear that supports tyranny continue, but the collective also continues to put together the truth bit by bit and move towards freedom. Threats increase on the one hand, noncompliance increases on the other, the puppet government in the US is seen increasingly as a joke. Tension builds into the full moon chart on the 11-19, which looks like the one where disclosure begins on a larger scale. Something I've been waiting for a long time now. There are lots of things that have been hidden, some of which are simply evil, others of which may make people feel pretty unhinged when undeniable evidence emerges of what has been going on right under their noses. I'm not going to talk about this further because there has been such a tendency to deny it outright. Which is fine, everybody makes their own choice. I do wish these were informed rather than misinformed, but that's also by my definitions. It looks like what happens in the second half of November is the last wake up call, the loud one, so to speak. The Universe is really fair, and really patient, so the people who have been put to sleep by the media narrative will get a major opportunity to learn the story of how thoroughly they have been gamed and tricked. It's a free-will Universe, so they will still have the option of not believing it, but they get to finally be exposed to a coherent version of it. The people who do believe it will then be given the intense opportunity to forgive the unforgivable. But that's getting further ahead, the main body of what's been hidden hasn't even surfaced yet.


      The K-Index is an interesting measure of solar activity that reaches us as geomagnetic or solar radiation storms. The bars in these graphs tend to be all green, but more yellow and red ones have been appearing recently. Spikes have their origin in solar flares, which send CMEs (coronal mass ejections) to earth in a few days. Have a feeling higher K-Index values will become more common this winter as a way to remove negativity (lower frequency energy) from the Earth.


      The second week where nothing could happen in the work. Am used to less during the waning moon but this was similar to most of 2020, a total blank. Have a feeling it will be this way for at least a few weeks to come, will let it rest until around the new moon on November 6. Used to try to bulldoze through this type of thing years ago and proved that it only made things worse. Ah well, best to look on the bright side. Stopping always makes me see the work differently, maybe more completely because of getting slowed down, or maybe seeing it as itself, in the present, instead of a stepping stone to what comes next in the future. In many ways of course, 2021 has been a uniquely crazy year, but have to admit that, in terms of learning what I've wanted to learn about paint, colour, and form, and how they can combine to create meaning, it's been the best year ever.




      Made black and white versions of some local landscapes from the park, this was interesting in terms of using the red, green, and blue sliders to adjust, or even transform, the value scale of the image when converting it. Then tried that on a floral I'd always been interested in painting, and ended up with a softer focus and closer cropping.


      Took what I'd learned from black and white and applied it back to a colour image. Some aspects of it were more applicable than others, but this seemed like a step forward. It would be interesting to see how something like this would develop as a painting if it were made using this year's system. Well, hard to say. That may be next at some point, but it may not be!



october 24

      Week of the full moon, incredibly lovely weather, warm and sunny during the day, cool at night. Mercury is no longer retrograde, this tends to occlude speech and words in general. Feel sort of rusty but am beginning to be able to think and use words again, perhaps more of a comfort than a necessity. Last week the energy began to shift away from painting, to some extent it still feels correct to hold on in circumstances like these, see if there's a way to continue. But after a certain point letting go is clearly where progress lies. This remains problematic on the one hand, the seemingly arbitrary extinction of the happy place, but easier to accept on the other, the threshold of resistance is lower now. After even a drawing made last Sunday seemed like an imitation, decided it was time to give the work a rest, let other things happen. When one door shuts, another one is always ready to open, it's just a question of releasing the old door and looking for the new one. Born with the moon in Taurus, it's typically been easy to keep going, hard to let go. But there was so much energy this week something different had to happen. Growth in another direction. Went to the park near here every day, a place close to my parent's house where I'd spent time as a kid. In some ways I've resisted this resource, after so much time in Vermont it kind of seemed like canned nature. But this is what's available, and it was a good change, encouraging a relationship with something larger than the work, and my old friend, the ongoing mainstream insanity. The universal alarm clock is getting louder; the artificial, wholly engineered 'everything shortage' is about to begin. But this is nothing compared to the ongoing 'integrity shortage.' Wake up wake up wake up.


      Got into an email exchange with one of the chemists who worked on the latter phase of the development of manganese blue last week. His explanation of the way the pigment was structured to eliminate any contact between the manganese and the oil was confirmed by my friend Roland, meaning that any darkening of manganese blue is probably due to the vehicle. This makes sense as my original experience of this pigment darkening was with Old Holland paint, which, at that point at least, was made with cold-pressed but unrefined linseed oil. Made a small amount of paint from pigment and preheated walnut oil, it looks loose but is actually very dense, and tested it besides some older paint from Blockx. The Blockx paint is more finely ground, and a little more transparent. But it also contains some stearate: when the Blockx paint was mixed with the current dense lean putty, the results relaxed completely compared to the handmade paint. An interesting colour, it will be fun to see what happens when it gets used again.


      A large park in Philadelphia was mandated by William Penn, this is called Fairmount Park. The part where I went is attached, but a narrow finger to the north, and is now called Wissahickon Valley Park, after the main creek that goes through it. Vibrationally it is interesting because it is within the city limits, but has never been exploited by evil materialist white people, so to speak. The park has lots of entrances, but I walked to the one I used as a kid. about a mile from where I live now. It's a relatively broad ravine in this area, the creek itself is a smaller one called Creisheim Creek, named for a German town in the area where the Mennonites, invited by William Penn, came to Philadelphia. This creek is broader, with many more stones in and around it, than when I was younger. A quiet place, very few people on weekdays, large sections where there is just nature, no background noise at all. Most of the earlier stone bridges have fallen apart, but there are more places where it's possible to cross because of the increased amount of stones. Used to love to speed across the stones as a kid, am not quite as zippy now but got better as the week went on, which was fun. Interestingly, much of this has to do with being willing keep going while slightly out of balance. A move from one stone to another may work, but not create a stable perch. Or, the next stone may shift when I arrive: this didn't happen this week but was a regular source of both inspired improvisation and wet sneakers long ago. Anyway, a given move may well lead to several in a row. This means some forethought, but also some grokking in terms of selecting a route. Another example of how the physical and metaphysical mirror one another exactly.


      Less traditional type of composition. See these regularly but this one worked out.


      Later in the week, later in the day, further into the park. Warm and still days, incredibly green for this time of year, but some leaves are always falling. At one point I sat down in a relatively spacious and open area on a fallen tree trunk, and as my eyes adjusted to looking more broadly, could see pale leaves falling slowly, arcing back and forth a little as they did, all around me, from close by to further away, kind of like an unusual form of snow. This is also the day I saw what has to be a rough legged hawk. Hawk sightings are not unusual around here, but this bird was really close, about ten or twelve feet away. I was going home, near the entrance in a place where the undergrowth was giving way to spaced pine trees on a small hillside, when it flew right across the path. Walking in Vermont, grouse would sometimes explode out of the undergrowth, really startling, but the hawk was quiet. Stocky, bigger than a crow or raven, dark phase, very triangular striped tail, it was close enough to really see the curving point of the beak, the sheer intensity in its eye, then it was gone.

october 17

      On the warm side this week, unsettled but some really lovely days, now getting cooler. Waxing moon, full moon in a few days, lots of energy by also unsettled, things changing in pretty large increments. Just let this happen, this year has been one long course in positive acceptance. Neither resignation nor resistance, just being aware of, and working with, what is. For example, it is beyond me to end the movie, but I can leave the theater. At the same time, this creates a confrontation with the present moment. My mind is both bored by, and scared of, the present moment, it actually wants the movie to react to, all it has ever known. But the movie is a frenetic illusion, the present is the opposite, containing all there is. It's anything but empty, but not on the consensus mental wavelength, we have to look. Started seeing those really conspicuous Halloween decorations around the neighborhood this week, and thought, Gee, eighteen months of Halloween isn't enough? So, still have to deconstruct this wavelength regularly, calm it down. Seeing through it, then struggling with it, is not the same as letting it go, moving beyond it. When I do get there, it's really spacious compared to the places my mind wants to go. It's also always there, always available. And free. No wonder such a massive effort has been made to make it unavailable. Now, if I tried to tell people that they don't see what's really there, that there's a whole lot more, it wouldn't go well. Even if it were polite, and scientific, in terms of the wavelengths the human eye can and can't see. Even if they also had a cat, and had noticed the cat looking intently at things they couldn't see. Because, to most 'educated' people, at this point, seeing is believing. How do we explain action at a distance, let alone quantum physics? By ignoring actual science, apparently. We can agree on this easily, because it only possible for anyone to see what they can conceive of as possible. So, if someone has been conditioned, i.e. educated, to have no imagination, to believe that life cannot be miraculous because it must be 'scientific,' that limits the possibilities quite effectively. Now, when people took painting classes, this would quickly begin to change. Looking at things in order to paint introduced a new level of awareness of what was there. It was always a great moment when someone would 'see' a shadow for the first time. Yet the details of visible reality are just the tip of the iceberg in terms of what's really there. This is logical because, as inhabitants of an infinite universe, we must also be infinite. If we, or anything, were separate, there would be a number. A really large number, granted, but there would be finity. So, to be infinite, the universe must be unified. This means we are fractals, and that each of us contains the entire universe. This universe is inside us, not outside us. As such we can learn more, and become more, infinitely. This is our heritage, our cosmic birthright. A tremendous attempt has been made to hide this awareness from us, to make us feel limited, puny mortals subject to one arbitrary form of authority or another. That period of time is now ending: materialism, elitism, and media propaganda disguised as hard-hitting pragmatism, are all circling the drain. Day by day, the truth is coming out, it cannot be stopped and there is much more to come. We are being given an opportunity to reclaim our true identity as infinite citizens of an infinite universe. Yet, it's also a free-will universe, so if we want to keep the tell lie vision on and believe the sky is falling constantly, we can. But we are also being given an extraordinary opportunity to walk out of the darkened theater of the matrix into the bright sunshine of infinity.


      The hydrangea in the front yard had a great summer, but it's having a simply spectacular fall.


      Got a very polite email this week from the chemist who was involved in making the most recent version of manganese blue. He stated: "While it is true that there is some manganese in the pigment, chemically it is embedded in a crystal lattice of barium sulfate which is quite inert. During manufacturing, the pigment is washed in concentrated hydrochloric acid and sodium nitrite, so all available manganese is stripped from surfaces of pigment particles, leaving only barium sulfate at the outer layers. In the past, some varieties of the pigment were additionally covered with a layer of amorphous silica to protect it even further. Most probably binder yellowing in the Old Holland's paint is caused not by manganese." This is in response to a photo on the Just Oil page illustrating the yellowing of the Old Holland oil in a tube of manganese blue. He also states that the pigment is always ground too finely in paint, a common complaint of 19th century painters about the commercial paint of their period, which was of course coarser. Well, I've always loved this pigment, so it may be time to try some handmade paint with it in various binders and see what happens over time. There's a little left in a tube of Blockx manganese blue somewhere too, that should be good for comparison.


      Detail from a painting from June that darkened somewhat, the only one this summer but it stuck out like a sore thumb. I looked up the formula for the medium and yes, it was sort of complicated, and the paint was on the thick side. Funny hoe complicated still happens even though I know it's counter-productive on several levels. For the darkening, I'd suspect the sandarac oil varnish, in conjunction with the almond gum, possibly an attracter and holder of atmospheric moisture, but nothing conclusive since it's only one. In any case, the system has become both leaner and simpler since. Anyway, ground it back pretty heavily, cleaned it up with alcohol, then put a layer of hide glue on it. The separate isolating layer is generally deprecated at this point, but hide glue as an isolating layer is something that comes up in technical art history now and then, not so much as a problem, but as something a given painter is known to have done successfully: Oudry, for example, isolated with hide glue before the final layer. So it seemed like something to learn more about. Used a large but soft synthetic round with warm glue. I'm used to the behavior of glue as a size on printmaking paper, but this was very different: the glue skated over the irregular surface quickly and could be brushed out incredibly thinly. One of those things that will take a while to come to even the most provisional conclusion about, but it will be interesting to put a second layer on this one and see how that layer ages.


      The energy this week was really wacky, all kinds of different things happened. This is the second one of this shape with this palette, still too complex but less so than the first one. Like what's going on in the emptier top half, otherwise it seems like a candidate for a second layer at some point. The previous one had become a little subfusc, but in this one the elements feel too distinct from one another: a typical shift from one end of the spectrum to the other. It's fun in some ways when things just happen and work out with no denkschmerzen. Yet, these also have a tendency to seem too simple, or too easy, like all I did was catch the waved and ride it in. Until a round of work like this occurs, where nothing is quite right. This used to drive me crazy, I'd go through periods of mourning for what had been lost. But now it seems like a necessary part of the process, and I understand that nothing is ever lost. Transformed, taken to the next level of itself, yes. And who wouldn't want that? 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Decided to go back to the long format, have steered clear of this for the last few years but it felt like it was time to give 9x10 a rest. Again, the second one, the first one was too inconclusive. Ran into some issues here related to not knowing the shape itself that well, was able to semi-solve them the next morning but need to get the big shape-small shape, spacious-busy dynamics more developed. It feels young, but enthusiastic, would like less busyness, and more related colour. Will do some small drawings next to get more familiar with what wants to happen with the shapes. No white paint, just primaries and a green on a white ground. This approach makes completion more challenging, but I like the quality of the colour. At first I'd add a little white if need be at the end, but now it feels interesting to see what happens to the style if white is simply excluded. The tests show this system remains brighter than anything I've ever made over time, but the amount of time involved is of course not great. Still, have noticed in the past that if something is going to shift down, it tends to do it within the first few months. So, the question is whether to make these as bright as possible, as here, or to factor in the medium and ground shifting away from white towards buff over time. A colour scheme like this is most at risk, since, with the amount of transparence involved, the shift will be exponentially more apparent in the blues than anywhere else. So, it will be interesting to watch this one age. Of course, the colour moves around a lot with these, and does not have to be vivid to be effective. Still, this was fun and definitely what wanted to happen. 7x14 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Managed to take the air conditioner out this year before it became freezing cold, and without Lily jumping out onto the rear porch roof below. Once the air conditioner was out, she reclaimed the windowsill and its afternoon sunshine right away. Had another one of those dreams this week where she was whacking my hand with her paw. This is what she does in real life to wake me up, and these dreams mean she wants to come inside. Which she did. The image itself is always the same, and it always comes in at a low resolution, like it's a transmission from a different frequency. It feels like this is so I'll be able to differentiate a message from Lily from a regular dream. Other than that they have each had a slightly different style; the one last night was high value and semi-abstract.


      Out on the front porch late in the afternoon.

october 10

      Slowly getting cooler but still on the damp or humid side. Week of the new moon, the energy on this day was pretty odd, it felt like things growing, but growing apart. Triple conjunction later this week of Mars, the Sun and Mercury in Libra, this felt like these energies trying to find both expression and balance. Mercury retrograde, not easy to answer emails or formulate words. A challenging week in general, harder to focus amid the increasing din. Sometimes this was literal. This city was carved out of a forest, but it's funny how the forest never gave up. So there's always a lot of tree activity in the fall. They cleared an overgrown area on the other side of the tracks by the train station early one morning, the sound of the chipper echoing among all the brick and stone houses was deafening. The next day, there was a lone guy with a leaf blower at the station. The morning was otherwise quiet, and I was in the studio, so I watched him for a while. There were no leaves, he was just going up and down the walkways in his yellow-green safety vest with the blower on. It was an interesting experience, because, having been in Vermont for so long, this type of noise was new in 2014. It used to make me feel assaulted, and physically angry, when I first got here. Also, the old crew at the station featured at least three guys wielding these infernal machines. But here was one guy, still making an insane racket on an otherwise beautiful and peaceful morning, blowing absolutely nothing around, not a single leaf. It didn't exactly make me feel wonderful, but it didn't make me angry either. Which seemed like progress. Sort of like a movie that I had once had a part in, but was now just watching the end of.


      In larger terms, the situation in America is getting more epic every day. Oops, the media's ratings are way down, maybe they should consider reporting the real news. Such as, people all over the country are standing up and refusing to be herded anymore by double-talking authority. There's way more truth on the way, but too many people have figured it out already, the scales are finally tipping. Since February of 2020, we've experienced month after month of highly orchestrated misdirection and lies, but it's finally the end of the line for the phony pandemic and vaccine narratives. The next few weeks are going to produce big changes, especially when people realize that this was all carefully planned through decades of international conspiracy, and that their hard-hitting media was the centerpiece of it.


      Decided to use the commercial paint I had then start making it again as needed. The first one I ran out of was PY154, made this with 1:150 walnut oil and a little PY181. Could use a little more PY181. The walnut oil was a few years old before I heated it, this gave it more body than a heated new oil, and this translated to the paint. Tons more pigment in this than the one I had from Blockx, startling at first to use.


      First one this week, last day of the old moon, began with the first small study from last week, made this with a little fused damar and beeswax putty, but no egg yolk or glue. Wanted to develop the first small study idea from last week, liked both the colour and the form, but it morphed into an edgier red-yellow-blue fest. A little relentless but honest in terms of how things felt that day, am intrigued by the recurring strong difference between above and below the midline. I still get derailed a bit by wanting consistent product, but always learn so much from these, this palette is challenging but want to keep working with it. 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Second one, on the second day of the new moon, returned to the full medium with the water-base binder element but used starch instead of glue. This minimized the set of the layers short term, so it was a little chaotic the first day. Was able to clean it up somewhat the second day, but the edges remained too angular and specific. So, the softer edge development from a few weeks ago is turning out to be important, want to go back to the system that generates it. Like the movement of the shapes and colours across the top. The blue over red element on the bottom is too dominant, but I liked it too much to just get rid of it. Either get rid of that, or the light green lower element needs to go. Or, if the lower right corner becomes the pink that's next to it. Sort of a strange one, but it was a strange week. It's best to do what wants to happen and learn from it, rather than follow my own sense of what should be happening. Spent a long time learning that this never works. 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Sometimes looking at them in black and white explains things that the colours tend to obscure.



october 3

      Lovely week of sunny days and cool nights, sort of timeless. Waning moon, not that much energy for the work but got a few things done. Am slowly moving away from judging them as good or bad, which is nice, an expansive feeling. The process continues to evolve in ways that are logical but unexpected, just have to be patient and let it rest more than usual. New moon in a few days on the sixth. As discussed last week, and below, it promises to be interesting.

the alarm clock

      Some background, the frame of reference from smaller to larger: Some people see what is going on as a pandemic, some people see it as a political struggle, some people see it as a struggle between good and evil, light and dark. But, in even larger terms than this, it's the end of an era, or age, of humanity, what has been called a yuga in India. The current yuga has been termed the Kaliyuga, and is superficially about discord, conflict, etc. but this is brought about by the existence of duality. So, it's about what happens when the universe, which is pure love, pure light, decides to maximize growth through the introduction of its polar opposite: not-love, not-light. This is a training exercise, the group of beings involved chose to incarnate in a relatively dangerous situation in order to have the opportunity to evolve at a extremely fast rate. In terms of our experience, we have been doing this for a long time now, but, as of 2012, the Kaliyuga began to end. And, by 2025, the Kaliyuga will officially be over, replaced by the Satyayuga, which is the opposite: a time of harmony, unity, and peace. So, from the point of view of the universe, it is important to slowly change the perspective of as many humans as possible from one based on duality, which, in larger terms, doesn't really exist, to one based on unity, which, in larger terms, is all there is. This means that the 'world' which we came to accept as real, because we grew up within it -- whether it is 'food' like Twinkies, 'entertainment' like Gilligan's Island, who won WWII, what happened on 9/11, all the stuff your parents told us, etc. etc. etc. -- is all slowly being brought to an end, so that a new world can begin that is much more in alignment with how the rest of the universe works. We have been in a complex school, and we are in the process of graduating. To get the most out of this process, people need to understand what really happened here, not just what we have been told happened. This means that the universe is slowly but surely creating a situation where aspects of our reality that have been hidden are now beginning to come to the surface. A great deal has been hidden, so a great deal has to come to the surface. This is because humanity was designed as purely good, and has a much more exalted destiny than anyone believes. But fulfilling this destiny involves great responsibility, and this means being not just totally innocent, but totally wise. And this means comprehending the opposite of good, completely. And, lo and behold, this is something we have in fact experienced. This has been coming out in relatively small ways so far via independent media, with the mainstream media continuing the various Kaliyuga methods of selective information management. But the chart of the next lunar cycle, see last week, suggests that another phase of this is about to begin. There has been a prolonged disinformation attack now since 2017, which escalated further with the introduction of the false pandemic narrative in 2019, and has escalated further in 2020 with the introduction of the false vaccination narrative. All of this is about to be countered by an injection of the truth designed to wake up as many people as possible to the real agenda behind the false narratives. So many things have been hidden that there are many ways this could occur. Some people will be angry that they have been manipulated and lied to wholesale for decades by the institutions they trusted. Other people will say that the counterattack itself is false, and that the mainstream media is telling the truth. The universe is interested in the increased awareness that leads away from duality towards unity.


      Cool enough to heat some oil. Did some 1:150 oil with both aged walnut oil, and some refined oil I washed this summer with copper ions. This oil turned out the be the mainstay of the system this year: not really polymerized, but a little thicker, and a little denser in a medium. Also made some of the oil I call Olio d'Graves, named for Daniel Graves, who told me about this process years ago. This is an autoxidized oil that's then heated to release the various VOCs that have been generated by the triglycerides reacting to oxygen. This oil has less heat resistance than an non-oxidized oil, and reaches a high temperature really fast. With linseed oil there's lots of foam, with walnut oil, less. The oil is superficially less thick, but relatively heat-polymerized for the small amount of heat, a few minutes, it has experienced. So, you're using autoxidation to enhance heat-polymerization. This is just helpful since heating oil to high temperatures for long periods has specific requirements: plenty of ventilation, the cat is outside, etc. But this oil then continues to autoxidize, which returns the rheology towards tighter again, making it a really interesting oil to use.


      Long ago I always wanted to make one perfect tube of the putty medium, but kept generating more and more tubes with variations. These piled up, started getting mixed together, then finally realized it would serve the system better to make several tubes that were distinctly different, and work with mixtures of those. The current system uses two different putties, one that is relatively lean, and one that is fatter, with a little fused damar and beeswax. These are mixed at about 2 to 1, so the lean putty gets used up faster. You'd think that after fifteen years of working with this medium a 'lean putty' would be a fairly straightforward proposition, but, ah well, such is not the case. Somehow, between one batch of this and the next, new possibilities crop up that might be improvements and need to be explored. Still, the general proportions of this are 2 cups of marble dust, 1 cup of fumed silica, and 3/4 cup of oil. I use a particle mask for this because of the fumed silica. The last batch of this was made with a 1:150 oil made with aged oil, and this was thicker, or more polymerized, than the same procedure with a new oil. So, though 1:150 is still relatively lean compared to something like stand oil, it's still fatter than raw oil. In this system I've learned that leaner paint means brighter colour, so I made this version leaner. Also made it tighter by measuring out the stone dust on the full side. Put this in large tubes, thought it might be a little tricky but tapped them as I went and it slipped down due to the thixotropy of the fumed silica: moving with shear stress, setting again at rest. Couldn't wait to try this out and made a few small tests, below.


      Made this with a somewhat fatter version of the medium. Having concluded that the courbaril varnish produces too much movement for this system, tried a little sandarac varnish I made years ago, this tends to make things tighter. It also interfered with the overall set of the paint, causing irregularity in the layering, but I got used to that and it ended up being part of the overall look of this one. Did a lot with muted colour and simple compositions in realism, and have been wondering when and how that approach would resurface. It's typically the mind that doesn't know what to do next, not the hands, and this was one of those pleasant surprise paintings that make themselves, the mind is just watching the hands do what comes next. 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Made this one a couple days later, much different energy on that day and ran into issues early and often; this led to more paint, more opaque paint, and more complexity. It's too symmetrical, predictable, could go on and on. Although it took a surprisingly good photo, am not sure to this day what that's about. It would have been nice to have picked up where I left off with the first one, but the process is seldom that direct. It meanders around; isn't interested in results, but exploration. Are you sure? What about this? What about that? So, a case where this and that didn't work out that well, and now I'm more sure. 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Two small medium tests, a good waning moon activity, fun to goof around on the one hand, but when I look at this type of thing, I always learn more than I thought I would. The first is just the new lean putty, the second is with the usual proportion of a fatter putty with fused damar and beeswax. Missing here is the water base part of this system, a mix of egg yolk and hide glue. Thought I'd like the behavior of the second system better, fat is flavor! But ended up liking the first one more. Simple is always better, but I'm not sure fused damar and beeswax can be left out entirely without inviting some darkening over long periods in this relatively humid climate. This is hard to figure out without really long tests, years. Right now I've tested the current system long enough to feel it won't dry down, it remains incredibly bright. There are three ingredients in small amounts that help this: the fused damar, the beeswax, and egg yolk. At the same time, I like this simpler look. Though this is the type of simplicity that emerges from the crucible of complexity, it's not the simplicity of innocence, it's the simplicity of what survived experience. So, this may mean reconsidering the role of the fused damar and beeswax putty. The proportion in the system could be smaller, the medium itself could be made less fat, or both. Checked the recipe, always a good idea since I don't necessarily remember it exactly, how many lifetimes between now and last July? Discovered it could definitely be made leaner, so that will be fun to test next. Is there always more? Why yes! Is this a bug, or a feature? A feature, the best feature imaginable. Each about 5.5x6.25 inches, oil on gessoed paper.

september 26

      Less rain than predicted, slowly but surely cooler this week, into the magic weeks now where summer is slowly giving way to fall. Whew. Week of the full moon, then the equinox a day later, definite sense of a pregnant pause. Got one painting done the day before the full moon, sort of at sixes and sevens about it, then the process began moving too quickly to keep up with in paint. Began to make larger drawings in black pastel, closer to paint than pen lines; will do more drawing for a while. Meanwhile, back in the theater, the movie flickers on. The Arizona Audit has been released, and stated that there were 57,734 ballots with issues, a number over six times the margin of victory, and that the election should not be certified. This is being treated like a nothingburger by the media, yet means that all states are now legally required to do audits of their 2020 presidential election results. Note also, fellow citizens, that national election fraud that involves a foreign government is treated legally as an act of war, and Americans who are involved in promulgating the fraud become foreign agents. So, that's now added to the constant ticking in the background. The one seems to be getting louder. Almost like it's slowly but surely going to turn into an alarm clock.


      Foraging locally seems unlikely within the city limits, but this is an actual American chestnut, there are two trees on my walk that somehow escaped the early 20th century blight. Was very fortunate this year to get there before the squirrels, got about ten, only this one in the spines, these are really sharp! I thought maybe they should age a little but the reverse seems true, will cook them with some winter squash this week. This is in honor of one of my favorite memories, the older couples foraging for chestnuts in the tiny roads in the foothills of the Apennines at this time of year. Huge trees, chestnuts everywhere when you drove through a grove of the trees.

the alarm clock

       This is the chart of the new moon on 10-6, for my location, the positions of the houses will change based on location, but not the positions of the planets. Here on the East Coast, this is going to be an intense four weeks. The new moon often suggests or even demands change, and this chart has definite oomph in that department, it's like an alarm clock. The Sun, Moon, and Mars are all conjunct the chart's Ascendant, it's rising sign, very closely, the whole thing is within one degree. Just below the ascendant is a powerful position for a powerful conjunction. A lot of significators of newness here: the new moon itself, the first house location, and the involvement of Mars, but it's all in Libra, which is all about balance, reconciliation, and is trine Ceres, the asteroid most closely aligned with natural earthly abundance, which is conjunct Hephaestus, the Roman Vulcan, craftsperson of the Greek gods. But Libra is also the scales, which signifies justice. I put in the asteroids that are within a degree of the Sun and Moon, supplying details and forming a giant chord. Of these Karma conjunct Mars suggests some form of overdue payback, many choices here, and Chiron opposite the Sun-Moon point suggests the process of something that hurts in order to heal. There's a lot more in this chart but, broadly, this new moon seems likely to present something new -- possibly even unexpected, remember the shock of the new? -- with great force, yet in the most balanced way possible.


      Adjusted the courbaril varnish medium from last week and made another one. The system was better but the composition went around in circles. Decided that, though this varnish is really interesting, it supplies too much motion for the current system. So left it out of the medium for this one, and the paint returned to setting quickly. This was a relief. Kept the pieces bigger, askew, and the palette a little softer, or older. This is where it was after the first day. Thought about changing it the second day, but decided to wait, consider further. In general, it seems like moving on to the next one is better -- that is, happier, more energetic -- at this point; just start over with a new concept. There may come a time when this one has explained itself fully at the next level, then I'd do another layer. But it seems best overall to listen to what wants to happen. Which makes me realize how much I've actually ignored this is the past, creating work that wasn't real, progress that was actually going backwards. Impetus or oomph is helpful, but it's easy for this to become impatience, or pushing. It seems like the only thing that works is an active or expectant version of patience that allows the process to pull me into the next step. 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Tried a second one on one of the small panels, tried a different approach to the composition that didn't work out that well. Did a little creative removal at the end of the day, on the right edge, but decided the next morning to remove the whole thing. The paint is fully set, but not dry, and the thin putty couch beneath the paint allows it to come off pretty cleanly. Afterwards I rubbed it with a little alcohol, then sanded it, wiped off the slurry, and it was fully white again.


      Decided to work on the composition of that specific panel, it's both smaller and a little wider than the way I've been working, and this can make a difference. I resist this type of drawing because it seems hideous compared to colour but got used to it as it went along, and began to develop. All kinds of things can happen, they can all be modified, erased, and restated. Overall this one is a little rectilinear, but like the way monochrome highlights this. If the right angle is masculine, and the curve is feminine, I'm looking for an organic geometry that somehow marries or fuses these opposites. Waning moon coming up, a good time for drawings.



september 19

       Waxing moon, more summery week. strong but scattered energy, the work went awry, revamping the studio worked better. One cooler afternoon I made the gum animé varnish, it was fun to see that through. In larger terms, the scary movie continues to be projected in the darkened theater. The sky is falling, the sky is falling! And the audience is hypnotized with terror: expecting, and therefore getting, the worst. But, strangely enough, it's still a gorgeous day outside. When will the audience realize they can just walk out of the dark, and into the light? That a happy ending is theirs for the asking?


      Continued with small panel production, this was fun but created the usual impenetrable mess. Surprisingly, this led to a general overhaul of the middle island in the room, setting up the easel differently with the idea of starting to work there again, and culminated in cleaning the tabletop itself. Lily is always interested in renovations, especially when they generate spacious surfaces, and lost no time in leaping onto it.


      Became interested in hymenaea courbaril earlier in the summer, there are many new world copal resins, mostly now marketed as incense, with botanical information not always easy to come by or that accurate. But this is the only one that seems to have been used in European easel painting, called gum animé and possibly exported from Brazil as early as the 16th century. It's mentioned a varnish resin to test by De Mayerne, who calls it Gum Animae. Meaning he knows about it, but hasn't tried it. Similarly, it's mentioned in Trade in Artist's Materials, but there are no period references. I was looking for a resin that fused at a higher temperature than damar, but lower than Manila copal, making it possible to make a hard-resin type varnish without a lot of smoke. Got as far as finding the resin and dissolving some in isopropyl alcohol, then precipitating it out, before the summer heat set in. But my friend Roland also got some resin, and has done thorough experiments making it into varnish in the last few weeks.


      A species of locust, not a pine, called jatopa in Brazil, resin from this tree was used to make commercial varnish there in the 20th century. This tree has lots of uses, the fruit is edible, many parts of it are used in traditional medicine, and it produces copious amounts of resin that may be the source of South American amber. But the resin was never popularized for painting, unless it was used in the copal varnish marketed by Taubes, which seems doubtful. Copal itself developed a reputation for excess darkening that was based on the varnish made for carriages, from low quality linseed oil, heated to high temperatures for 6-8 hours in an open kettle with added driers, etcetera, but the Taubes material was made by a painter for painters, and was popular: Dali even refers to it in Fifty Secrets of Magical Craftmanship. I liked the extra-thixotropic behavior of Manila copal very much, and used all that I had made in Vermont. Which led to looking for a resin that could be made onto varnish without as much smoke. Preferably, given the neighborhood, with none! The first version of this was fused damar, but, given the dedication of the planet to variety, it seemed that there might be a resin that fused somewhere between damar and Manila copal. And added thixotropy in the paint, which fused damar doesn't.


      Roland tried this a number of ways, including dissolving the resin in ethanol and then boiling the ethanol off, pictured here, but he reports that simply heating the resin itself into the oil works just as well. I eventually made some of this varnish later in the week, details three photos down.


      Realized that the medium I've been using is a kind of gelatin stabilized mayonnaise. This type of emulsion is familiar to those who grew up in the culinary wilderness of the 1960s from the jello salad mold, but mayonnaise collée seems to have had its origin long ago as a way to keep banquet food from drying out. Had been mashing gelled glue into the medium, because mixing liquid glue and egg yolk didn't produce the same strong set, but decided to try mixing liquid glue into the whole medium. Made a double batch and added a drop of oil of rosemary to see how long that would help it keep in the fridge. Liked the consistency of this when it was cool. Dense, but tender, mobile.


      The medium worked well, but what I made with it became too rigid, too much like a mosaic. Kept animating the paint, but the whole became ornate, not complete. Scraped back some areas on the second day, always fun, but then realized the chances of it gelling without a truly major overhaul were small, and stopped. Something fundamental went missing. Too many trees, not enough forest. It could also be that, with the recent adjustments to the ground, this system now sets too quickly, helping it to layer and remove cleanly, but also making it potentially more static. As always, a fine line between too much movement in the paint and not enough. Lots to learn from what doesn't work, detail here, about six inches across.


      This led to some drawings loosely based on the third one from August 29 below. It occurred to me that these could be colourized digitally, but I'm not sure that would be helpful, would end up copying the model instead of making something new. When something works, it often seems easy, and it's also easy to take that for granted. Then it disappears, and it's time to go looking for it.


      Then it was finally cool enough to consider generating some additional heat, and made a small batch of varnish with the hymenaea courbaril resin later in the week. This was a very simple process, largely due to the fact that Roland explored it first. Having worked with copal, amber, and sandarac, I would have been confused by the larger amount of resin needed to make this one. The process generated no smoke, ha-ha, and the varnish itself actually smells good. This was fun also because my original intuition was that this was the resin that would work. But the only reference to actually using it I found in the literature that was in Mérimée, who said it fused at the same temperature as Manila copal. While the information in older books on resins should always be taken with a grain of salt, Roland also pointed out that Mérimée may well have had an older version of the resin, whereas ours is relatively fresh. Relatively, given that the resin as it comes from the tree is clear, and the resin we are using is orange, with a notable oxidation crust on the exterior. So, this is not the soft jatopa discussed in the paper above, nor the harder, 'fossilized' resin that Mérimée may have had, but the hard jatopa in between.


      Had some paint and extender left over and made a small test on Saturday using the animé varnish in the new version of the studio. A test is always good, you never know what's going to happen, and can learn what the material wants to do without being invested in making it do a specific thing. Added about 10%, maybe less, to the extender after using it as a couch, meaning the couch layer was leaner and still set strongly. 10% is too much, but wanted to make the effect of the varnish clear. And the extender didn't set noticeably from the varnish, but relaxed. Yet, though thin, the paint was quite bouncy and saturated. But, at that proportion in the extender, the varnish overwhelmed the set of the paint in the short run. Still, it was completely set after a few hours. Decided to just let this be animated, and it went through several cycles of adding and removing. Learned that it works incredibly thinly, and sets reasonably quickly when used this way. This could be due to the large amount of resin used to make the varnish. As usual with this type of varnish, less would be enough. If the extender itself were a little thicker, this larger proportion of animé might work in an additive way on the first day. Or it could be used at a larger scale for extended alla prima over a few days. The paint I had would work really well for lively alla prima realism with fine brushes. So, several forks in the road appearing with this material. Always wondered why it was called animé, most probably a reference to a medicinal use, but static this is not.


      On Sunday did a version of the medium using the same amount of the animé as the various other richer elements like the amber oil or protocopal. So, that's the only difference between this one and the previous dozen or so of these. It didn't look that different, but it was more mobile for the same density, and it set in a different way. It was still layerable, but the set was slower and less strong, and the paint was also easier to remove. It must be much more saturated when wet as well, as it felt like this had too much colour very quickly, but this will diminish somewhat when it's dry. New territory is always fun but full of surprises: Oh, it will do that, but uh-oh, not this, etc. The strength of this so far is how it artifacts. It removes cleanly, but because the animé makes the whole system finer and more tender, there's much more refined evidence of what was there before. The corresponding weakness is that the edges are now much more literal by default, and it's more difficult to smear them. So, a fork in the road: whether to proceed this way, or to shift the formula so that it resembles the former system more. There's more freedom in this approach, which felt really positive, but it's version of everything -- shape, colour, edges, set, removal, saturation, layering -- is more different than I thought it would be. This may be a bug, but is more probably a feature. Something new wanted to happen, I just don't know how to use it yet. 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Lily loves to attack from the high ground, this is one of her favorite post-prandial activities in the evening. She zooms up there, there's a pause full of dramatic tension when those foolhardy fingers begin to sneak up on her, then the festivities begin.

september 12

      Generally sunny and cooler, still more summer than fall but not by much. Week of the new moon, sort of an odd one so far, demanding another level of excavation. The work came forward a little bit, wanted more but it wasn't there. Feels like something new needs to happen again, I get distracted by wanting to develop a specific approach but the process just seems to want the next one. In larger terms, it still seems better to focus on the birth of the new way, than to detail the slow but certain death of the old way. If it's organic, naturally alive, I pay attention to its message. Which is always positive. If it's inorganic, man-made, a machine pretending to be alive, I ignore it.


      Want to shift the current work from paper to panels at some point. Am getting a greater understanding of how to keep the surface alive if the painting isn't completed in the first layer, so this transition is getting closer. Started cannibalizing old panels a while back to make a variety of new ones, this is fun in moderation. Keep making the gesso a little coarser, used some fine aquarium sand and some of the fine calcium carbonate grit that is sold for terrariums in this batch. It looks heinously coarse when it's put on but calms down when it's burnished over parchment paper, the grains become more embedded.


      Only one new one this week, it took an odd photo, some closer colour shifts, had a hard time getting it even close. Like the sense of syncopation, of a composition of small pieces over the larger ones underneath. Want to develop this further. Not enough movement in the larger pieces, and it got busy from the smaller pieces trying to fix this. Too much vertical emphasis in the top half, too much horizontal emphasis in the bottom half. And still got waylaid by the grid in spite of consciously working to subvert it. I think I don't have plans, but I do, secret plans to over-organize all the chaos. Which is understandable, but doesn't lead to what the process wants now. It's not that this doesn't work, it semi-works, but it's on the road to mannerism. Used to get grouchy about this, like, I should have known. But each definition of what works is like the top of the pyramid. Oops, what now? There might be a few variations on a given definition, but it's a fine line between development and imitation. At this point the process just wants to start over and build another one, a different one. The new one will still be based on what has come before, but turning it inside out more than agreeing with it. It's also 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Second layer on one from two weeks ago. It didn't quite work out, did lots of removal at the end. Obsessed about how to develop it for a few days after doing it, then let it go. Am becoming more okay with the limitations of this next layer. Can only do so much without losing what's underneath. This makes the paint appear flat, which somehow is absolutely not okay. It felt like removing paint at the end of it hasn't worked out was a good idea, the area it doesn't really go back to pure white but has far more options for the next layer. 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Wanted to see what could happen with this one from last week. Keeping the first layer relatively translucent it helpful for the feeling of the second layer. It's fun to noodle around, some compartments became livelier, but need to alter the horizontal bar across the lower half even further. Too much of an implied grid, the scale too even, don't like the colour. Yikes, is there a way to fix this? Possibly one for the bone pile, but always good to get a more clarity about what doesn't work. 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Getting ready to go out for the night.

september 5

      The remnants of Hurricane Ida came through here this week, the storm tracked just a little north of what was predicted and we got less rain. Still, lots of flooding downtown, and a few tornadoes in the area, one in a neighboring county. People around here are not used to tornadoes, one house leveled, large trees tossed around on the lawn like matchsticks, the houses on either side untouched. This seems to be the end of the sultry summer weather, days in the 70s now, with lows in the upper 50s, a great relief. Waning moon, new moon in Virgo on Monday evening, did decently with the work but got excited by it and tried to run on empty for a day, an old familiar feeling. Time to regroup for a few days, let it all coalesce. I used to try to plan the next thing, but it never really worked. Following the energy is much simpler. I don't to understand what's going on while its happening, just that it wants to happen. But then it's interesting to look at a new painting each day for the next few days. It changes physically somewhat as it dries, but I also just start seeing it differently; it explains its inner logic bit by bit. It can't be pushed, but after about a week or so the message of a given image becomes more apparent. What worked, what didn't, and why. At the end of the moon, this often happens from a larger perspective, the work of that moon comes into focus at the next level. It's always about realizing: Oh, I didn't see that before! It's like waking up in a slightly different version of reality: some of it is the same, but some of it is brand new. How did this happen? Again? It feels like the less I know, the less I take anything about the process for granted, the more fuel this generates for the process to grow. September is such an amazing month, this gentle lull in nature after the crescendo of August. Although this September is probably not going to be remembered as a lull. A process each of us is about to experience in our own unique way.


      Fun with recycling. Had a few older panels that were very long and narrow, decided to peel the linen off them and make them smaller. The gesso cracks in this procedure, sometimes flakes, sometimes stays on. Thought the gesso would come off the linen globally if I washed it, but it did and it didn't. Then thought, okay, let's just work with this the way it wants to be. This is what it looked like with a coat of glue on top to consolidate the older gesso. There's probably someone out there who would sign these and turn this technique into a career, but I decided to just put more gesso on top, the texture still shows through, but is sort of submerged.


      Well, ran into something a little tricky with the system this week. If a painting doesn't use too many thin layers, the colour dries true to the wet colour. But if a painting uses lots of thin layers that have lots of medium, the colour dries up, and not quite consistently since the number of layers isn't consistent. The major downside of this is having to guess about final value relationships. Haven't had only minor issues with this so far, but decided to try making the whole system a little fatter. Not much, just a little. The paint's behavior was pretty similar, the colour did have more saturation but didn't dry with a gloss. It still set quickly, and the uneven ground meant that edges and areas of removal were less precise. Still, this painting ended up being a more civilized or developed version of the third painting from last week. Similar elements, more colour, organization, and extemporaneous changes. I like the overall softer colour and edges of this, and the blue diagonal at the bottom. It was sort of peaceful or meditative to make, it felt like I'd just continue to change it until I liked it, then stop. This feeling is not always the case, but I could get used to it. So both an evolution of last week's painting, and a way to appreciate the more casual cohesion of first one more. The process wants to use organization, and subvert it at the same time. A pretty basic paradox in terms of generating creative tension. 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Can I blame it on the waning moon? No, it was being in too much of a hurry in the beginning. Overconfidence, didn't wait until the composition gelled at that stage, producing more irresolute panoptical chaos. Yes, you have heard this story before. Worked on it a second day, it is at least better than it was. The left half vertically now works pretty well, as does the top half horizontally. The problem in once again the locked right angles of the lower right. Also became too involved in the goofy horizontal traffic jam effect across the lower half, this concept has potential but needs to breathe more, be less linear. More of a sense of theater: if you write about boredom in a boring way it's going to be boring. Similarly, can't comment effectively on the lunacy of the monkey mind from within the monkey mind. Still, as close as one of these busy ones has come, am learning a lot from looking at this one. 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      For the last few years flea season has started with the beginning of wet and cooler weather in September, so that's what I expected. So, when Lily began scratching early this week the internal alarm didn't go off right away. And when it did, a day or two later, I couldn't find the flea comb, our traditional first line of defense. It's funny, I had a vial of the flea medicine that goes on the back of her neck from last year, but it didn't occur to me to just use it. Anyway, I looked all over the place for the comb, stopped and calmed down, then finally semi-remembered where I'd put it, and realized it must have fallen, meaning it was behind the radiator in the kitchen. So got out the broom and started hunting under there, and it wasn't long before I heard the unique sound of the flea comb as it emerged. The pure joy of this moment would seem way out of proportion unless you have had to deal with fleas being somewhat out of control in your environment. And it got me thinking about how many things about life are this way. I.e., the problem creates the element of stress, which creates action and, eventually the joy of solving the problem. It's over, things can go back to normal. But wait, wasn't normal sort of boring? Not anymore! Anyway, when Lily came inside I got three fleas, then tried again later and got three more. I'm generally friendly to insects, have learned to talk to the wasps trapped on the wrong side of the window gently and they just walk right into the glass jar and I put them outside. But fleas are a different story, a potential source of all kinds of mayhem. Anyway, put the medicine on her the next day with the help of my downstairs neighbor. Put some DT earth in her food today just in case, but hopefully that's the end of fleas this season.

august 29

      Seriously hot and humid week, zowie, finally a little cooler yesterday after a rainy night, and a notably cooler week ahead. Yahoo, only two more days of August. For me, it's certainly been worse, but there's always a sense of celebration on September 1. Waning moon, but was able to follow the process as it moved me along. In larger terms, I still wonder what on earth it's going to take to wake people up, but it seems better to focus on the birth of the new way, than to detail the death of the old way.


      It's been interesting to see how pretty small shifts the ingredient proportions affects the way the paint looks and behaves. Made the medium two ways this week. The first version just had the amber oil, the second version had the 2:2:200 walnut oil as well, 1/16 of a teaspoon. The first version was used for the first two paintings below, . The second version was used for the other two paintings below. The first version was borderline too tight on the current gesso. The second version moved too much on an earlier gesso that was smoother and less absorbent. 1/16 of a teaspoon is 0.625 milliliters, about 2.5% of the total medium volume.


      Started here this week. Sometimes just after the full moon, it's still possible to make one that feels, well, full. A good example of the kind of simplicity that seems easy when it happens, like following the treasure map, it all seems laid out, one thing just follows another. This is always a positive experience, but have learned not to try to emulate one like this right away, but to do a different type of image next, study something like this until the next step in its evolution is ready to occur in a similar way. About 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Began this one differently, though still in a way that had worked in the past. But it ran into the board game issue, something that used to happen years ago. Fixed it somewhat, but not totally, then decided to put another layer on it at some point. Can see several ways to go further, they all involve changing things in the bottom third. Sometimes these need a rest to see further into what might happen, there are just so many possibilities. Am making the first layer of these without using white. Logical in one way, just want to see what happens if I keep learning it. But it also means the next layer can have white, and make a different type of colour with the same palette. About 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Decided to make something simpler, based this on one of the small ones from a few weeks ago that I liked. And it's always interesting what happens when a small study is expanded. Added a little white in a thin adjustment layer the next day, some of these dried to the original value, but some of them dried up. So, still some issues there, though they're small. Learned a great deal from this, one of those paintings that claw their way bit by bit through to another dimension. Am really interested in developing this approach further, but the process is kind of on a tear, who knows what's up next? About 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Wanted to work on solving the board game composition issue, seemed like it would be good to do some small ones and just keep changing them quickly until something happened that felt right. Found some small older pieces of gessoed paper, this one had a smoother ground and was not nearly as absorbent as the current ground. But that seemed fine, since the idea was to change things. Same medium, it was a little goopy at this scale, on this ground, but did change well! Ended up liking the colours better than the composition, learned something about the board game issue, and it felt like the scale was too small to go further with the paint sliding so much. And the more obvious knifework and edges on this ground really bugged me. Studies at this scale might be helpful in the week to come, though: the last week of the moon is usually a good time for humble expectations. About 6x6.5 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      When you go through a pandemic with someone, you really learn a lot about who they are.

august 22

      Another warm and very humid week, lots of intermittent rain and thunderstorms. Waxing moon, decent energy for the work all things considered. Did have one of those automotive warning dreams later in the week, where my car couldn't get up the hills it was trying to and kept sliding backwards. Decided at this point to take a break. This is still not exactly my strong suit, it's so nice to ignore the unfolding insanity in tangible shapes and colours. Full moon this morning, this features the end of the Sun in Leo, less drama and more precision to come with Virgo. Also Mercury opposite Neptune, an indicator of illusions mistaken for reality, or of highly confused communications. Which seems about right. How does anyone know what is really happening in Afghanistan when it is reported by the MSM? This is like prestidigitation: watch out for the AZ audit, that's what they don't want you to see. The media is still trying desperately to generate fear, but there is nothing real to be afraid of. The current government and it's ludicrous narratives are falling apart in slow motion, producing an extended Toto moment for anyone who might be interested. The old way has to fall apart fully, and become clearly understood, before the new way can begin.

       So okay, one more week of the media cuttlefish scurrying madly about, then a high vibration tsunami in September. An overview of our situation with a larger perspective, these guys are always really balanced and clear. If you're interested in doing something positive on your own, this has worked well for me. There are some people who speak in light language online, but here is a very clear explanation of what it is, what it does, and a complete library of healing transmissions. The first time I tried listening to some of these, I thought, okay, well, nothing happened the first time. Then I started laughing. And finally, there are lots of versions of this song, but this is the one I like best. It stops time, which is exactly right. People get ready. We are being given the most amazing opportunity human beings have ever had.


      First one, really liked how it began but it ended up illustrating the danger of the strong beginning in strong colour. It got to a certain point and then sort of froze, didn't know what to do next, and couldn't bear guessing. So, accidentally ran into perfectionism in the technique and that was that. Can see some options now, either animate the large warm yellow area more with curves and diagonals, or echo it more in the bottom right corner. But it also seems like the key is a more organic, less architectural set of shapes to begin with. Some nice lyrical colour in this one, but maybe too lyrical. This one was mostly smooth and additive, an approach that's also conducive to shrinking the options. At this scale, best to just learn what went awry and do the next one. As the week went on, began removing more, and making things more textural or distressed as I went along. Learning how to use the technique instead of being used by it. Don't dislike this, being able to do anything at this point is a distinct blessing, but it does seem kind of like the cover of a fantasy novel. About 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      On this morning I was feeling sort of crabby, it's something I associate with August here growing up, the relentless thick humidity, day after day would produce energy that was sort of aggravated. And we've had relentless humidity here day after day. So, just started working with this energy in the painting, and first found it made it better, then made it comical. So, this sort of redeemed it, which has never happened to that energy before. I like it when the next image is a response to the preceding one but didn't expected a shift this complete. I like that it's sort of edgy, but playful about that as well. About 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      This one was also a surprise, I thought it might be more efficient to mix the whole egg yolk with an equal amount of hide glue when the hide glue was liquid, then refrigerate that, but didn't really like the way it set as well as mixing them separately. So kept waiting for this to set more, something it didn't do until much later in the process. It was also a surprise because it started out similar to the one above, but them morphed into a version of the pinwheel with curves and triangles. This one seems to be in compartments that are too separate, though that may be an approach to develop as well. Some parts I like, but decided to just remove things I didn't with the idea of putting a second layer on it at some point. About 8.85x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Lily and I share this table in the kitchen, she'll often sleep here in the afternoon because it's just outside the stream of AC from the studio. I thought she had left and I could fold and tear a piece of gessoed paper. But then she came back and sat right on it. Lily likes hide glue, and I do give her high-quality gelatin in her food when it gets hot. Anyway, tried to gently pull it out from under her, but this is a game we play with the rugs, and she pounced on it like it was alive. Which was pretty funny. She didn't use her claws on it, though, whew. It was like she wanted to know what the boundaries were with this new material. I picked her up gently and folded the paper in the studio. Later that evening, I was getting ready for bed and she followed me into the bathroom and hopped up into the small window, poking her head around the curtain to see outside. Then I saw that I should clean her box. She pees right against the edge of the box, and, though it clumps cleanly, it often needs a piece of damp toilet paper to remove a film off the plastic. I've learned to do this because otherwise, she might just decide not to use the box. I was really tired, it sometimes seems to creep up and pounce in the heat. And here was one more thing, could feel the camel's back creaking. The toilet paper is mounted just under the windowsill, and I went over to get some. As I arrived, she spun around, emerged from behind the curtain and whacked my hand with her paw. Well, all I saw was the paw, a bullseye, and I started laughing like mad. She does things like this all the time, fun things that work for both of us.


It's great when she yawns, it looks like a roar on film and you can see all those teeth! Was a little late with this one.

august 15

      Whew! Very warm week again, Lily started spending the night outside and most of the day in. Waxing moon, some good energy at first in spite of the heat, then the heat won. Made some fresh aloe vera gel, that was fun and helpful for cooling off temporarily, but eventually had to give up on doing and just be hot. Still hard to accept that, but better than fighting it when there's nothing left to fight with. Cooler today finally, and have paint plans again. Am not asking for a whole lot, just letting it change and enjoying that. This provides a way of remaining me in spite of everything that conspires otherwise. In August, that often feels like more than usual. Have been avoiding all forms of news for months, but let some in this week. It made me feel vaguely soiled, couldn't suspend disbelief, the whole situation seemed scripted, a giant Good Guys vs. Bad Guys movie, to the point that it wasn't possible to take it seriously. The mainstream media is trying, pretty desperately now, with ever more stern parental authority, to maintain a version of reality we have outgrown. This reality is disintegrating so that a new system can emerge. One of the things that is disintegrating is the mockingbird media game as an effective form of propaganda. They have run the same play too relentlessly. Doesn't feel like peak chaos yet, but things are ramping up more quickly. The Toto moment, when a large chunk of people wake up and realize the extent of the manipulation, is slowly getting closer. ,Some large resignations this week, gotta love Schwarzenegger as the latest vaccine bully, a lot came out in independent media about the Dominion vote altering technique, and it feels inevitable that the election results in Arizona will be decertified soon. This is a bigger domino than may appear, because, once this happens, all states are legally required to investigate their elections. Which opens a Pandora's box of questions: Who controlled (paid) Dominion? Was the Dominion fraud an attack by a foreign power? If so, the election turns legally into an act of war. So far, all of this has taken place within the government and the media, but these are not the people who fight wars. Who is the legal President? Who will be making all those really important mask and vaccine rules? Or will there be no rules suddenly because there was no pandemic in the first place? Have a feeling a lot is going to happen pretty quickly when Arizona is decertified: some pretty nutty things may be trotted out, some unusually big lies about the other guy may suddenly become front page news. Haven't heard much about the phony alien invasion lately, maybe they gave up on that one. The plot has to be revealed before it can thicken. Still, for 18 months now, all of this has taken much longer than I thought it would. We inhabit a Universe that is both purposeful and patient to the Nth degree. And when things do finally happen, it's somehow right on cue. But, looking ahead, are you okay with the new capital being in Texas? Have yet to figure out how JFK Jr. fits into this, but he's wearing cowboy boots pretty conspicuously these days.


      Second one this week. With the first one, I tried to pick up with the last one from last week, but that didn't work. As usual. Still, I learned a lot from it about how much can be removed, and for how long. And to just abandon any form of reference. Look within, not back. I like this one because it is both simple and not so simple. That is, it started out simply, then got just complex enough. This doesn't always happen. And, of course, looks simple when it does. 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      With this one, was hotter and more in a hurry than I realized, and forgot to put the couch on. This made it a lot more solid. Mistakes like this always have a message, generally that there are no mistakes, just changes, and in some ways I like this look better. It does make the colour less forgiving, but helped me realize this is an area where there could be more than two choices, something between, or besides, couch and no couch. Became hung up in this one with that piece of light blue. Does that happen to you? There's one thing that's just way more important than anything else, for no apparent reason? But couldn't get more of it, it would only happen over the pure white of the gesso. So, will now consider how to begin these smaller steps and more of them. Less resolved as a composition, the right half vertically is further along for once. The whole might be solved by one piece in that empty light orange area. Also really like removing the blue arc in the lower right. Maybe at some point, but for now, too many other things need to change, better just to make a new one with this method; the method itself is what needs the most work. On the other hand, I'm happy about the colour, the scale of the shapes, and about the way the paint looks. That feels like a lot to be happy about in the middle of August. The one above references the older type of pattern, which is fine, but I like how this one is asking for a set of shapes and colours that develop more organically or extemporaneously. So, some relatively big changes in progress, the whole system is in motion, which seems like quite a gift. The issue to solve now is the relatively unforgiving nature of the method. Too many things about it work to just let it go, want to see what happens when I do a few more. 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Lily has continued to develop the sparring game, but it's hard to get good action shots. She wants me to pay attention to what we're doing, which makes sense, is polite in the basic cat sense. But that means the photos end up all over the place.


      Yes, still here. Standing by, so to speak. No rush. Take your time. Just thought I'd say hi. Let me know if there's anything I can do. Ask me anything.

august 8

      Overtly summery but slightly cooler week, then really nice this morning, unexpected. Waning moon, usually a lower expectation time for the work, but a reasonable amount happened, especially in terms of long term changes, the next step I've been looking for. This is a purely intuitive process, gave up long ago on my own plans. This means I bump around for a while, not knowing what the process is trying to explain. But eventually I get it, and the experience means more because of the surprise involved. New moon at about 10 this morning here, also 8:8, the day of the Lionsgate, which I think was originally about the reappearance of Sirius, the brightest star, in Leo on the horizon, and can definitely be a high energy time.


       Looked at the new moon chart with the conjunct asteroid technique, this tends to give pretty specific details. The asteroid Chaos (19521) is conjunct the Midheaven, Narcissus (37117) is conjunct Pandora (55) just below the Ascendant, and Karma (3511) is conjunct Venus in the 12th house, Damocles (5335) is conjunct Jupiter in the 5th. So, a sense that disclosure is going to keep building, accompanied with the tensions it creates. A really detailed Universe, playing out a really detailed story with unparalleled patience. Except, who wants to hear it? And will they be happy about it when they do? No, not at all! Many channeled messages this week concentrated on a specific theme: that something overdue, and unexpected in general, was about to happen. That this event would cause difficulty at first, but quickly lead to an unexpected new level of both freedom and awareness. Learning the hidden truth hurts, but also sets us free. Well, if we want it. Free will means we can stay imprisoned if that's more comfortable. This message has been consistent for a long time now, the question has only been when the precipitating event, the Toto moment, would take place. Examples of this message from this week here, and here. People tend to see this situation as medical, or political, but it is so much larger and more positive than that. Well, if you want it to be.


      Have had good luck with a mix of hibiscus flowers and rose hips for the heat, great in the afternoon. Over time it's becomes stronger, cold-brewed overnight in the fridge, the hibiscus is tangy and earthy, the rose hips give it a little sweetness and a nice body.


      Started here, pure experiment, a long time since I've done multiples like this. Liked the palette, and wasn't sure about anything else. But it definitely opened a door. A nice experiment size, more than a drawing, but sacrificial, easy to make wholesale changes. Thought about doing more of these, but the process had other ideas. Total size is 5.5x15 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Somewhat larger, but very different to work on, possibly also due to the day having a different mood. Same palette more or less, but a medium that worked more tightly and thinly. Didn't quite know how I wanted these to relate to one another but it was fun to bounce back and forth between them with translucent, quick-setting paint. Total size is 7.5x22 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      These next three were also done together but make more sense separately. Had become obsessed with a more textured ground for these, had no idea why but it needed to happen. Needed to gesso some paper anyway and went, with some misgiving since it had caused issues before in realism, to a little bit of fine aquarium sand. This is more physically adhesive and angular than marble dust and makes things very different very quickly. When it was dry though, seemed like it was too much. Tried burnishing it, using a bone folder on a piece of parchment paper. This submerged the sharp silica somewhat, which was good because it still changed everything radically. Removal was possible but had to abandon clean or strongly graphic removal because the ground didn't allow it. This led to more lumpy geometry and softer colour layers. So, the only thing that's technically different about these from the image above is the ground itself.


      Central panel, was excited by the way the technique layered in a fuzzy, less specific way. This allowed a more incremental development, one with less pressure on the shape and colour of a given transformation. This created a different type of image, yet also one that's related to the first compositions in this series, from 2018-19.


      Third panel, I like aspects of all of them but this one seems the strongest overall. Still, it's interesting that the one change I think about is in the lower right corner: as usual! After looking for the next step pretty much for the whole moon, am excited about the potential of this. Making these felt really natural, meditative, like the elements were finally in the right key again. From the perspective of the process having a life of its own, the most interesting thing is that it all came from the ground, which happened purely as a free-form intuition. That is, just an imperative to do it, not any clue about why. And, on top of this, it felt wrong at first, needed to be burnished. Much more to learn about this but for it to happen at all at the tail end of the moon, and in August to boot, is unique and a little amazing. This month and I have a history. Could see making some of these at the old scale, about four times the current area, but the new moon may well have ideas of its own. These three are each 5.625x6.5 inches, oil on gessoed paper.



august 1

      A quiet week in which not much happened. Looking forward to the new moon next week.


      An interesting message this week.


      A small painting I made that I liked. 4x12 inches, oil on gessoed paper.



july 25

      Hot but not as hot, a few cool nights earlier. Week of the full moon, large and orange on Thursday night. The Day Out of Time today, last day of the year in the Mayan calendar, they had 13 lunar months of 28 days then one extra, an interesting way to highlight the arbitrary nature of measured time.


      A quieter week for channeled material, have to admit I'm not so interested in 'how to manifest,' and, as interesting as it is to get a more galactic perspective from this material, the situation itself is all about the net vibration of the human collective. But an update on last week's amazing message about the larger picture came today from Blossom Goodchild. It makes sense to me that the illusion of maximum darkness has to precede the disappearance of darkness from our lives for good. Why save ourselves from anything but complete disaster?


      One of the many things I've learned from my friend Roland is to revisit older texts, because we are in a hurry, we think in different words and concepts, and these authors knew more than we think they did. And this has proven to be true time and again: Oh, that's what he meant! This week I was checking on something in Mrs. Merrifield's amazing preface: nigh on four hundred cogent and often very entertaining pages of thoughts about older practice that precede the texts she translated. Then I came across her anecdote about Giuseppe Maria Crespi, proving that he used varnish -- that is, a hard resin varnish such as amber, copal, or sandarac -- in his paint. And I thought, Well, good story, but what does it prove, but okay I'll look at the paintings. So I did an image search, and lo and behold! It was all there in breathtaking impastoed tenebrism, a detailed explanation of everything that can go right and wrong about using hard resin varnish in the medium. So, that was interesting, but then the plot gets more thixotropic. I told Roland about this, as yet another instance of his revisting axiom proving helpful, and he went further into the chapter six footnotes and sent me a PDF that analysed the work of Gerard de Lairesse (1641-1711) in relation to his Groot Schilderboek (1707) about painting practice. Lairesse is another painter that Merrifield gives as having used varnish in their paint, and in his book, this is something he advises to do. But he has a very specific way of doing this, and it is to use the varnish in a couch layer at the end of the painting. Nota bene: nowhere else. So, the work is made with straight oil paint, then, the final layer in placed onto a mixture of 'good varnish' and thickened white oil (poppy oil) placed very thinly over the existing paint, so that the final paint layer will dry more brilliantly. In the PDF, they found what they think is one of these resin varnish couch layers, but they couldn't analyze it because, at 1 micron, it was too thin. It is interesting to do a search on his work, he was incredibly successful. It's mostly that Neo-Classical mythological stuff but it is in much better overall condition than Crespi's work. And there's an essential quality to the finish and close-ups suggest nothing so much as a little hard resin varnish in the paint. So, this ingenious method, with its acute awareness of both what can go right, and what can go wrong, with hard resin varnish in the paint film, adds another dimension to the complex resin-no resin story in older painting. It was there in Mrs. Merrifield's footnote all along!


      Shook the refined grocery store walnut oil (Signature brand) in the distilled water with copper tacks for a week. It emulsified pretty readily, and the water was full of air bubbles. Hmm, it would be nice to try this with some unrefined oil and see what happens. Anyway, put it in the freezer overnight, and poured the oil off this morning. To be continued. The oil is slow. This is why so few people have any interest in it. But also why it turns out to be so important in what differentiates older practice from modern practice.


      Both the light and dark version of the Blockx Benzimidazolone Yellow have this issue of the aluminum from the tube threads turning into a dark gray sludge that degrades the colour. I wonder if this is because of the pigment, or because they went to the more acidic linseed oil for these yellows instead of poppy oil. Anyway, I've been trying to prevent this from getting to the paint with thin plastic, but that's a mess too as you can see. May try coating the threads with shellac next.


      Went to less of the fused damar and hardened beeswax medium in the mix this week.


      Did two sessions with this one on Wednesday, then a little more on Thursday morning. Worked with elements from the two most recent paintings, but no drawing. Got involved in solving the puzzle of the colour, but didn't really solve the puzzle of the composition. Could say that the empty upper left section just needs to be more filled, or could say that the other sections are too full, or some combination of both. Could also divide it in half horizontally, and say there's one idea above, and one below, both of which need something. But really, it's about the rhythm of the initial pieces, which wasn't dynamic enough on the one hand, or cohesive enough on the other. The extra wax in the medium allowed some interesting things to happen in terms of layering the colour, but in a way this became an end in itself. Some of the pieces really work, lots of progress with animating them in more interesting ways, but the ensemble doesn't resolve itself into a simple statement. So, for now I see this as half empty, but in a few weeks I'll see it as half full, because, even if it didn't work out, it pointed the way to something that did. 10x12 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      So, Thursday morning I got the painting above to the point where letting go of it seemed best, but the paint wasn't done. It wanted to do more. This was interesting, so I did a few very small sketches that were really loose and different, just playing around. I keep all the gessoed paper odds and ends but rarely do this, so it was fun. They seemed to be explaining what to do, so made this somewhat larger sketch based on what had happened in the smaller ones. This is the I can't take my own stylistic b.s. anymore painting, which has to be made now and then around here. The exact same paint and ground, but a different way of working with it. This was interesting because I felt in it wholly, always, just doing exactly what it wanted to do, in a way I had never been in the painting above. So, this approach solves the oomph issue in theory, but what happens in practice? About 7x8 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Went back to the medium of last week. That seems like a long time ago. Took out the hardened wax medium, a good example of just because you love something doesn't mean it's going to work. Added a little bit of the dense amber oil from 2006. I'm scraping this from the bottom of a solidified mass in a small jar, so there's not a lot more of it at this density. Have been using a slower setting gum such as almond gum to balance the strong set of the hide glue in the tempera portion, but went to a weaker glue size, duh, which worked fine.


      Well, can't say it's not enthused. If you're a regular reader, you know that this type of crazy quilt happens now and then. It's because I start something without a strong graphic quality, then have to somehow find a composition, which typically means cutting everything into smaller and smaller pieces. This is where planning and drawing come into the process, to generate a strong set of initial shapes. These strong initial shapes can be boring! (I'm telling myself.) It's very easy to take boring large shapes and animate them with imbalance. But if that strong initial conception doesn't happen, this is the result. On the other hand, it feels like I should be able to get out of anything I get myself into, and it's happened enough that solving it is getting more familiar. Trying to fix something like this requires ingenuity, so there's always something learned in terms of resourcefulness, which seems to be about graciously recasting the obvious. Like the revealed ground being white, rather than stained. This challenges unity but it also makes the whole thing brighter and airier. Like the assortment of details, lots of variety and less predictability, crucial in a case like this. So, more rescued than anything like this yet. But the overall message is to start strong, with a lot of graphic oomph. 11x12 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      I went out on the front porch early one hot afternoon, wondering if Lily wanted to come inside. She was out in the front yard, exploring, and began to come up the walk, when the gray cat appeared at my side. Cats like to do this materializing out of nowhere trick. His goal was to get in out of the heat, and he started indicating he'd like me to open my front door. At this point Lily was on the porch steps, saw him, and gave a perfunctory hiss. You again. I realized at this point that something had to happen soon to alter this situation. Or Lily would be perfectly correct in feeling that her single rule about this cat, that he should ask permission very politely first in order to be granted porch access, was being violated flagrantly with impunity. So I said, Gray cat, how about if you go back to your own porch, picked him up, and took him next door. Lily didn't say anything, but I could feel that this action met with her wholehearted approval. That's where it rested, each cat having their own porch on another hot afternoon. I call him gray cat because of his name, which is Tiny. This might have been applicable a year ago, when the people who are now next door for a while got him, but makes no sense at this point, and who would want to be called Tiny? I thought about Tony instead. This quickly led to Anthony, or, as we say around here, Antiny. Yo, Antiny! But that seemed to be going around in circles. He's gray, so maybe he could be Earle? I'm working on it. A few days later I again came out on the porch to check up on Lily, but later in the afternoon. She was eying something intently from her perch on the old wicker couch at the other end. It was just beginning to cool off, and I gave my attention to a passing breeze. No sooner had it done so, than the porch erupted again the way it had last week with the junco. Only this time, the local squirrel was running full speed across the porch towards me, with Lily in hot pursuit. As I watched, the squirrel made it past me, and jumped up onto the railing and into the large cedar tree, where it lives up on the fourth floor. Lily wisely called it quits there, she has looked longingly into that cedar tree from the railing for years but it is impenetrable for her. But from where I was, there were no branches and, peering around a little, I had a clear view of the squirrel about two feet away at eye level and congratulated him on an amazing performance. He was still catching his breath but clearly enjoyed this, looking right at me with those merry bright eyes. Being local, I'm sure he's heard me talking to the cats, and the other day after I took the gray cat home, I had watched him expertly remove and eat the seeds from the winged pods of the small exotic maple tree by the sidewalk next door, those are some amazingly dexterous paws. So now it was nice that I was talking to him too. In retrospect, I'm not sure how much Lily wanted to catch him. I mean, she was right on his tail, so to speak. But he's a daily attraction out there, part of the family, I've seen them doing a stalking game with the squirrel up in the hedge. In theory Lily is the faster species on a short straightaway, but she's twelve and it's probably more fun to chase him now and then than catch him once. The front porch: I'm learning a lot out on the front porch.

july 18

      A hot and humid week, yikes. Though often a light breeze in the afternoon, have seen it more unbearable here, but several nights in a row with the low above 70F, a few where Lily just wouldn't go out. Have learned to get proactive with morning sunlight management in these conditions and that keeps it reasonable in here. Needed to run both AC units on high sometimes, but the system worked out pretty well, could sleep with the one in the bedroom off. Then, last night, a big old fashioned thunderstorm with intense strobe-like heat lightening, eventually gave Lily an opportunity to come in off the porch and she took it, though she was completely dry and simply seemed energized by the whole thing. The skin on my knuckle is growing back slowly, the wound has scabbed over, a few more days to go. It stopped hurting when I use my hand so I could do more this week. Worked on one experimental medium project, see below. This was fun, and even though I decided it wasn't quite the right direction, some good new things came out of it. Still about letting go of the need to understand. If I just do what wants to happen things explain themselves. Otherwise decided to be patient this week. If I let things quiet down enough, this seems to let me to see further into what wants to happen. Which turns the dreaded nothing happening into something happening. This doesn't arrive by pushing, or trying. Now, I knew that, would have said yes yes, of course. But now I can feel it, which makes it more clear. or certain. Have to pause for the next step, but it's both more calm and conclusive as a result. A lesson that has been presented in many stages over the years.


      Being raised by pragmatists has generated a long and proud history of non-compliance.


      Some channeled pieces of interest this week. Things continue to heat up here. Not politically, that isn't part of this frame of reference, but in terms of disclosure: things that have been hidden from the general populace being revealed in ways it is not possible to marginalize. This information does not work with exact timing since an event occurs or not as function of collective awareness, and, while there are plenty of other things going on, The Big Reveal seems to be the next step.

  • An explanation of the monolith phenomenon and the global awakening process they have been set up to trigger. Of course, no date, but by far the most detailed discussion yet of the process that culminates in humanity's ascension Event.
  • A website about the monolith phenomenon, itself, all of them that are known, with photos.
  • Metatron and Source via Galaxygirl, again suggesting that a notable change is about to occur, and that there may appear to be darkness before the dawn.
  • This one also has a similar message, i.e., soon, and goes into general details about the type of information that will be coming out.
  • Elegant set of suggestions for getting out of the head and into the heart by message, i.e., Jeshua, channeled by Pamela Kribbe, who has been doing this a long time.
  • Companion piece to the above featuring Mary Magdalene, focused more on the body in her wonderfully incisive style.
  • This group identifies itself as the Angels and, in spite of the dorky picture on this site, always has something thoughtful to say in a disarmingly simple way. If you have written or taught, you know that this is far from easy to achieve. This one explains how each of us, and each of our thoughts about what we want and don't want, are much more important and consequential in transforming the Universe, than we usually realize.
  • Lucid general summary of the current situation by the Arcturian Group, these guys are great at covering a lot of ground in a few simple words.


      Had good luck last summer refining oil using an emulsion that contained the copper chloride from copper mixed with salt. Put some copper tacks in distilled water a few months ago, a variation of the method discussed by Church using iron in water to increase the drying speed of the oil. They've slowly corroded, so there's at least a few copper ions in the water, just began using this to wash a new commercial walnut oil. A week of water washing can definitely help this type of oil be more non-yellowing, wanted to see what a little copper would add. This was a grocery store brand that was on sale, we'll see what happens. So far it's emulsifying pretty quickly, wonder if the copper ions are aiding this, though refined walnut emulsifies more readily than refined linseed. Not all commercial walnut oils are the same: Jedwards now has the very non-yellowing one from Italy back in stock, this is probably because of the trees themselves are a different species. This oil is noticeably different than the refined American oils: lighter, dries a little faster, very little yellowing.


      Did some tests this week of a different medium. This featured a new fused damar made with a large amount of the hardened beeswax from last week. Have been thinking about this for a while as an alternative to the cold wax mediums based on synthetic wax. Dorland's, who I think originated this type of medium commercially, has always called it ozokerite, which is a naturally occurring mineral wax. A good example of commercial sleight of hand. The wax used may be similar in terms of the chemical formula, but it is actually made from petroleum. Anyway, the first test was fun but moved way too much for the scale, so tried this combination second.


      In spite of making the new medium as tight as I could, the mixture still felt too soft for what I wanted to do with it. This is also a function of the room temperature, which affects both the wax and the oil, this medium would be tighter in the winter. Added marble dust until it was moderately elastic in the relatively warm room.


      Used 1 part of the medium to 2 parts paint for this small study. This was interesting to make, no drawing, the paint layered reasonably well and could also be removed reasonably well. Something different began to happen with both the shapes and the composition, but this quickly reached a situation where I liked what had happened but wasn't sure what to do next. Spent about an hour or so pushing against this in small ways, but could not really transform it further. Which is fine, it feels new enough. Looks sort of like a print in some ways, not sure about that, but it won't happen with the older system in any case. Okay, you want to know about circles. Ha-ha, so do I. Circles are tricky, they are inherently joyous and tend to take over. Maybe because they are so basically focal, one of them instantly needs to be balanced with more of them. I don't know how to balance the combination of squares, triangles, and circles, though it seems a lot like juggling feathers, small dogs, and bowling balls, but since it's on offer there must be a way. Liked the way this paint worked, but, surprisingly, did not like how it ended up looking. The increased translucence is a plus, but I see wax, which I don't want to see. So, wasn't sure if that would happen or not with all the wax involved having been refined in some way. But, even though the system is new, and can be tweaked, endlessly in fact, that's probably not going to go away, which seems like a deal-breaker for this approach. All fine, there's nothing I didn't like about the old approach, just wondered about this one. The American can't help but want a brand new car. Still, may try a little of the new wax medium in the old approach to see if I can get a little more translucence without seeing wax. Possibly one of those inscrutable points of balance that seem to occur when going halfway to the wall forever. Once again, I get hung up in the lower right corner, want half a yellow-green circle there. But the pluses of this for me are the different type of composition, the way this feels like it would translate well to a larger scale, and a slightly different type of red, a mixture of two different pigments. 8.75x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Lily spent a lot of time sleeping on the red chair this week: close to the AC from the other room, but out of the fan that was bringing it in. The young gray male has been back for a few weeks now, I went out later one afternoon looking for Lily and he was on the porch looking for her too. We've had a couple fun interactions since he's been back, and I said hello to him, then he went down the steps to the walk in the tiny front yard. He stopped as the large hostas next to him began to quiver. Lily emerged shortly thereafter, just about eighteen inches away from him, and gave him a moderate hiss. I felt this meant 'I'm okay with you but this is still my porch. Do I still go over to your porch, which used to be my porch too, until you arrived? No.' He has never shown any interest in challenging her, but I went down the stairs at this point with the well-worn hey let's all get along here, and he ambled off. A few days later, in the early evening, I was sitting on the front of the porch, with Lily on the cooler concrete a few steps down. There was a medium brown bird in the Korean dogwood next door that overlooks the yard, giving the sharp warning signal they give for a cat, over and over. I got up and walked toward it, saying Bird, in case you haven't noticed it's really hot and this cat has no interest in you right now, and it flew off. Lily blinked as I came back, thank you. It was just beginning to cool off a little, with an occasional breeze, no cars driving by, a really nice time to be out. I was thinking about how much more peaceful the neighborhood has become in the last year when a junco zoomed into the yard over the front hedge, and landed on the edge of the porch a few feet to my right, in the six inches or so of porch before the wooden railing begins. I was watching the bird, who was surprisingly close, and didn't see Lily move until she arrived on the porch approximately 0.000187 nanoseconds later. She did a 180 degree turn to get around the old iron post for the steps railing, then daredt into the few feet of space before the porch railing began. The bird was just beyond that, past the first post of the porch railing. Lily executed this maneuver using her claws first as brakes, then for traction to spring forward. But the turn itself took time, diminishing the element of surprise, at least for the bird. As the cat pounced, the bird took off. Lily couldn't balance in that small space after the pounce, and jumped lightly off the porch, ending up in the dense hostas on the lawn below. I said, Lily? She emerged a few seconds later, looking like that was exactly what she meant to do. It's not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game.

july 11

      Another pretty warm and humid week overall with thunderstorms now and then but no cooler nights. Last week of the moon, new moon Friday night. I did my asteroid conjunction chart, what a detailed Universe. This chart features Icarus conjunct Saturn, Damocles conjunct Jupiter, Chaos conjunct Mercury, Narcissus conjunct Vesta, and Kassandra conjunct Uranus: disclosure tensions continue to increase. Activities in the past week were coloured by a specific incident: a beaker that I'd used for a varnish test, which broke in the sink while I was cleaning it. This beaker had been soaking for a while and had gotten bonked by a heavy ceramic cup in the process, and although it showed no chip or crack, had an intuition that I should not use it anymore. But still, after a few weeks I started to clean it last Saturday morning with a sponge. As I remembered that maybe I shouldn't be using it for anything, a piece popped off the side from the pressure of my knuckles, and the skin on the knuckle of my index finger was shaved off by the broken edge. The cut was about half an inch long by three-eighths wide, I snipped the flap of skin off, always so weird that this doesn't hurt, cleaned it with alcohol, then put a small square of muslin in alcohol, put some slash pine sap on that and placed that over it. Then I folded a muslin strip over that as a pad, and taped it down so that the knuckle could move. Later in the week I mixed the pine sap with an olive oil and beeswax salve I had made a while ago that was in the fridge, this made it less sticky to replace the next day but the pine sap wasn't that bad on it's own, the muslin just peeled right off. The slash pine sap yellowed too much to use as a damar alternative but it worked well as an antiseptic, for which it has of course been used for millennia. At this point, the knuckle has stopped being sore unless I use the hand a lot, but it looks like there are a few more days to go before the skin grows back completely. So, not that big a deal as a wound, but not much happened earlier this week that didn't have to. This could be called an accident but I see it as a suggestion, having continued to try to make 'doing' focal at a time when 'being' is clearly more important. Stop going around in circles, and step into the circle. Being, aka 'doing nothing,' has lots of levels. There's the vacation version, recharging the batteries for more doing, then there's the version that involves listening and evolving, then there's the truly creative version of exploring the inner Universe: am not exactly there yet. The old way of viewing life is dissolving now in terms of how the collective operates, but this process began personally when I returned to Philadelphia in 2014. It was pretty direct, one intense and challenging experience after another, and has only recently begun to calm down in terms of the level and intensity of change that it requires. It took me a while to figure out that the same type of trigger experience would recur until I learned how not to react with a negative emotion such as anger or fear. This is now occurring in much smaller ways, the completion or Winter phase of the cycle. There's still some work to do, but I know what the issues are only too well. It now looks like this process will enter the rebirth or Spring phase in about four or five weeks, meaning someone new will officially emerge, at long last, at some point this Fall. Who will this be? I don't know, this is sort of like an electron making a quantum leap to an orbital its never been in before, but have a feeling this person will be both familiar and a surprise. Coming to terms with letting go of the last stuff and the resulting sense of vacancy -- of not knowing anything anymore, of not being anyone anymore -- has been the most difficult to come to terms with. There's been plenty of warning that this was coming, all signs over the last seven years pointing to eventual dissolution of the conscious personality. But the last step is often a doozy. Which is what I've been avoiding, and what the beaker incident this week accelerated. So, all part of the process, and, like Lily, the process is always guiding and teaching. In any event, I'm probably not going to be doing much painting while this is going on, so the News here may be kind of lean for a while.


      As often said here in the last year or so, I see the solution to 'what is going on' as existing not on a TV screen, but in a far larger frame of reference. And I know that most people roll there eyes and reject this out of hand. But this is the only explanation that works for my data. Links below to some channeled information this week I found interesting and helpful. While the story is being told from a number of angles, it is also becoming increasingly focused in terms of what is going on.

  • The Galactic Center, huge and spacious, a great favorite.
  • Archangel Metatron on the process of moving consciously into the unknown.
  • Archangel Micheal on the upcoming Lion's Gate on August 8th, which coincides with an amazing new moon.
  • Ashian, a perennial favorite, explains the balance of what is coming and what is going.
  • This overview of our current situation from the Sirians is wise, deep, elegant, and funny at once. I love cosmic humour!
  • Have had a hard time waiting for disclosure, began thinking it had to be imminent last February. This is the firmest statement about it yet.
  • Well, Seraphin has to be the world's crabbiest angel, there's more than a whiff of brimstone in many of these. Although 453 of these messages over the last few years suggest that he means well. But he doesn't seem to get that his audience is sympathetic, that the people he keeps warning are simply not the readership. Anyway, this one predicts that the Universe will soon evaluate the state of the human collective in a vibrational way. Which may or may not be related to the Lion's Gate message above.
  • Overall, the messages this week suggest that the long waiting period involved in allowing the plandemic agenda to play out on the collective stage is now coming to an end. Here is a clear explanation of why the wait has been so important to the process.
  • 7-13: Into the new week, an explanation of the monolith phenomenon and the global awakening process they have been set up to trigger. No date, of course, but by far the most detailed discussion of the process that culminates in humanity's ascension Event.


      By Thursday I wanted to try doing something in terms of making materials. Have been using the hardened beeswax and really liking the way it is tighter than regular beeswax, so decided to make more, and try a larger amount. This is the older definition of Punic wax: beeswax which has had the fatty acids removed but is not water-soluble. The original was probably made with the complex salt natron, this is mostly sodium sesquicarbonate, which is available as a borax alternative for cleaning and works, but this can also be made with sodium bicarbonate and salt, which I explored for the book since they are easier to get. I love the proportional nature of this procedure: they figured out how to remove the fat from the wax but the wax itself remained water-proof and protective. The process is a lot like making a fresh cheese like paneer. Photo 1 is after boiling the wax briefly in the salt-bicarbonate water. Photo 2 is cleaning the wax with fresh hot water. This actually emulsified this time, which was a surprise but I think was good, cleaned it better. Photo 3 is the cleaned wax with cold water added, beginning to rise and coagulate. The wax is then removed from the water, Photo 4 is the wax in a piece of muslin, draining in a yogurt contained with a lot of holes punched into the bottom. Which worked better than I thought it would. Photo 5 is the drained wax. Photo 6 is the wax spread out to dry. This can be used instead of beeswax, I became interested in it because there are conservation objections to the fatty acids in beeswax getting saponified over time, but I didn't feel comfortable with the alternate synthetic wax made from petroleum. Punic wax operates like wax in a medium, but is much tighter, and doesn't slide in warmer weather. On panels it can also be used as a final wax coating that is harder than plain beeswax by dissolving it in a very small amount of solvent.



july 4

      Waning moon, mostly a week of intense heat, even Lily gave up on being outside. Now cooler but still humid, remnants of a storm coming up from the Caribbean later this week, going to be a wet new moon later on the ninth. Couldn't get much done in the work this week, but liked what happened, want to hold on and keep doing this. In the last few years I've been asked to let go of aspects of the former me that aren't useful anymore, and, while it didn't always happen right on cue, up until this moon it seemed pretty straightforward. But for the past few weeks I've been in a place I don't really understand. It's been sort of unsettling, I'm used to getting the next step in a few days. Then it finally occurred to me that I'm being asked to let go of something new: the urge to understand things itself. Oh no, anything but that! But can also see how this would be helpful, since each level of understanding has always had to give way to the next one anyway. There's no finish line, no trophy, no merch deal with Nike. So can begin to see how it might be more functional to let the bricks and mortar version of understanding go. But it sort of makes my brain feel extraneous. And this makes what is left of my original personality nervous. But hanging in with this, since there is no option, no planet B, has also opened the door to a new frame of reference. It seems clear that what takes the place of understanding is trust. If I trust the plan, why do I need to understand it? Especially since the plans I'm interested in understanding have been formulated by beings operating at many levels beyond this one. So, bit by bit I'm getting more acclimated to not needing to do even the usual mental gymnastics: do and think less, be and feel more. This works better, and makes the plan I used to want to understand into a conveyance, a wave of time and space I'm riding. So, the process is more immediate. And this makes sense because the plan is always evolving, always in motion: not just an orchestra of infinite instruments, but also playing in infinite dimensions at once. At this point I'm pretty sure that this is all leading somewhere new in a relatively big way. That is, when all of the old me has finally been processed and reintegrated, the new me will emerge and be both quite familiar, and quite a surprise. I don't know of course when this will happen, but it no longer seems years away. Sometimes I want it to happen more quickly, and sometimes I get nervous about losing everything that left of the old me -- not much, but all I've got! -- and want it to stop. But does the butterfly miss being a caterpillar? Or does it feel it was a caterpillar long enough?


      The frames of reference for 'what is going on' at this point are usually medical, or political, and things on the deeply pitted surface are only going to get more fractious short term as truth is both revealed and obscured with increasing intensity. Have been wondering about an announcement on the Fourth, a new declaration of independence in some way, but this may be too obvious. In general it feels like July is going to be about remaining calm, meditating on the increasingly contested consensus battlefield. Last year I kept wondering when this bizarre situation would reach peak chaos, and always thought, well, not yet. But it now feels like this will happen this Summer. Though still mostly suppressed at the mainstream level, all kinds of information continues to come out on a variety of alternate fronts, the trickle is turning into a steady stream. At some point soon, it will become a flood, there is certainly enough of it. And something will click, the scales will tip, and the collective's eyes will open to the massively evil plan. Yet, the millions who have just woken up to the highly-orchestrated attempt to scam them to death are unlikely to be in the best mood. So, it is important not to conclude that just because the truth is officially out, this is over. But once it's officially a light versus dark war for all to see, it can easily be won. This is why it all had to be hidden this time around, starting with operation paperclip (go further than the rocket scientists cover story). Yet meanwhile, back at the Universe, the energy coming to this planet continues to get higher and stronger: in addition to an increasingly active Schumann Resonance, the first X-class solar flare in four years happened yesterday, see image above and note where the energy is focused. So, in larger terms, it feels that, by the Fall, more and more people are going to start seeing that the frame of reference we have been presented, and have for the most part accepted, as the 'reality of life' here on planet Earth, has been both highly warped and way too small; that the Universe has much bigger plans for humanity than can fit on a screen, or in a cocoon.


      There is a linseed oil refining method that sometimes surfaces that involves heating the oil to 600F briefly to 'burn off' the mucilage. Simple, done, why do anything else? I've always thought this could not work, mostly because no one, from all the older refining methods, to the modern refining method, does this. All these methods involve water. Because the mucilage is water-soluble. But this came up again recently from a correspondent who simply wanted to know if it was true, and I asked my friend Roland what he thought about it. Roland is a chemist by trade and both thinks about and researches these things several levels beyond what I can. First, he found out that the 600F method has its origin in print in a 20th century industrial method to bleach oil. But he didn't find anything about using this method to refine the oil, so he decided to do it and see what happened. He heated the oil as quickly as possible on a hot plate with a stirbar to 600F, then let it cool, and washed it with water and salt. And there is the mucilage, changed, like the oil, by the heat, but present. And will therefore make the film weaker, and attract water that makes the film darker. But, gasp, note that the oil is lighter! Oh my, this must mean it is better! But the 'wet' colour of the oil and the 'dry' colour of the oil are a function of two different processes. They have nothing to do with one another. The wet colour is always fugitive unless the oil has been carbonized. (This is in fact part of the strange appeal of the leaded oil called black oil, the nefarious wet colour 'magically' disappears.) The dry colour is a function of chemical changes that can occur as the fatty acids in the oil are broken down and rearranged into smaller molecules by interacting with oxygen. Everyone thinks that the wet and dry colour are linked. Even Ralph Mayer thought this. But they are not. No, no, a thousand times no. Yet, people want to believe it, so they do. I went through this myself for many years before finally realizing that two different things were involved. Isn't it weird how easy it is to be fooled by appearances? Anyway, this procedure might be useful after the oil has been refined for a fine style, but it doesn't refine the oil.


      Microscope photo from Roland of the oil above. Round bubbles are water, wrinkled bubbles are mucilage coagulated by heat.


      Well, I liked the results of the beta damar putty, but not having to extract the resin with xylene. So I wondered what would happen if the damar were dissolved in alcohol first. I used IPA, the beta part didn't dissolve as much, but it wasn't rejected either, when I added water and removed the resin dough it was visible as more coarse particles. This dense and stretchy stuff has been solidifying very slowly over the last few weeks, really taking its time, and I wanted to see if the IPA process might have had any effect on how it behaved when fused into oil.


      So I made a small test using the same ingredient proportions I used for the beta damar test a few weeks ago. (There's a video I made about this medium on YouTube, the only thing I'd add in retrospect is to let the damar heat on low heat after it's melted into the oil for a minute or two to make sure that it doesn't un-dissolve after the medium cools.) Then I put out a small amount of four of these mediums, to see more clearly where the evolution of the medium was taking it. Usually there's a pattern, and there was. The first one used some old heat polymerized commercial burnt plate oils along with oil I'd refined, and was the most melting. The second one shifted away from any commercial oils, and used the alkali-hardened Punic-type wax instead of regular beeswax, so it's a little denser but still melted bit by bit as it sat. The third one used the beta damar, the Punic wax, and some walnut oil I'd heated for 2 hours to 200C twice along with the marble dust. Even in a relatively warm studio, it's holding a shape, consistent with the tighter way it works in the paint. The fourth one with the IPA damar isn't quite as tight as the beta damar, meaning it wasn't changed that much by the IPA bath. Which is okay, a small price to pay for life without xylene.


      This week's medium, which used a 1:1 mix of mediums 2 and 3 above. I kept going with adding a very small amount of very dense amber oil, there's not a lot if it, but it needs to be used up at this point or it will just solidify. Well, there's an ounce or so in another jar, but it's only about half as thick. Anyway, this approach created a nice increase in thixotropy and saturation last week, but with too much movement when it was fresh, so I added a small amount of marble dust this week. This still looked too mobile to me, but in thinking about staying as much on the loose side as possible, seemed like it might be about right.


      Lily has always just gone out in the heat, no matter how brutal, but now, at twelve, called it quits later in the week, which was a relief for me. The last two days were really ugly and she just stayed inside, unprecedented. But, because she stays as far away from the AC as possible, this meant we were on top of one another a lot more. She liked this spot on the table this week because it was close to the effects of the AC, but not in the same room and out of the fan. The system is solvent-free, so being close to it didn't bother her. I didn't love it when she arrived, but she went right to sleep, and, even awake, has never gone near wet oil paint.


      Sometimes I take a photo of the beginning to see how the initial shapes and colours helped or hindered the results. This had an interesting motion but wasn't that balanced, which was about how I felt, and pretty much how the painting ended up too.


       The way the paint worked in this one was really nice, fine with a strong but still elastic set. Liked the way the composition keeps developing bit by bit, and like the motion in the central column very much. It would be good to be able to diminish the sense of quadrants. Enjoyed working with these colours, but there's lots more to learn, it feels a little too nutty or ungrounded. Though this is often the case on a very hot day. If the bottom right corner were violet, and the middle violet area on the bottom were green, would this give a more resolved composition, or a more predictable one? The large yellow green area could be more integrated, feels too separate and empty now. So, need to back off more during this process to see things like that. Faced with this, part of me still thinks the solution is to plan more. Now, not to cast aspersions on anybody else's well-laid plans, but my plans only lead to paintings that look planned. So, it seems best to accept that, as this moon wanes, what it wants is finally beginning to make more sense. It's about finding another level of integration or organization for more shapes, more colours, more motion in the paint. Which means letting go of the old type of composition. Before, I would have said this was hard and been only too willing to explain why. But now it feels like it will happen because it wants to, not because it has been thought out, worked for, or understood. And that would be new. 10x12 inches, oil on gessoed paper.



june 27

      More lovely summer for a few days, low humidity skies imported from Vermont, now back to more summery heat and humidity. Week of the full moon, the moodiness with which this moon began intensified into some outright duality this week, continue to experience issues with sudden loud noise, of which there can be plenty on a given day around here. All part of the round of excavation that began, and was much more intense for years, when I came back here in 2014. There have been some major peaceful stretches lately, I could get used to this unity stuff, but I guess it will only be over when it's over, when everything jagged is smooth once again. This certainly feels like the larger goal. So, just have to hang on and love whatever comes up. Easy! It's fascinating to feel there is a larger version of someone called me who I haven't met yet, but will in the next few years. This year? Ha-ha, I wish, but it feels like there's too much work still to do, and the increments seem to be set up to be very small. This makes sense, makes for more process, my favorite thing. In the outside world, various things that have been hidden are also slowly coming to the surface. The dominoes are beginning to be lined up for the finale called The Great Reveal; the acts of retribution from the dark side are getting more arbitrary, erratic, and obvious. I am fascinated at the way the Universe has orchestrated this so gently, as a way to give people lots of time to adjust to what is ultimately a very large change: the global introduction of truth, justice, fairness, prosperity, equality. So many things have been hidden, it is hard to figure out the order in which they will be revealed. But since there is a single source of subterfuge, it may be a matter of pointing this out in a way that finally clicks. Some relatively stressful energy in the first week of July, Mars opposite Saturn and both square Uranus most exactly on the first of the month: this could mean more scattered fear-enhancing events designed to obfuscate and delay. Then a new moon on the ninth in Cancer. This is quite a chart, sort of a cross between the writing on the wall and the Hallelujah Chorus. Impossible to predict specific events or revelations, could be political, could be medical, or could be human trafficking, secret cash cow of the dark side, and by far the largest elephant under the collective carpet. I see the Winter Solstice as the next major signpost of actual change, but impetus for the reveal is building daily. Perhaps belief in The Great Deception will not survive this moon as a majority collective position. This would make it easier for people to see that there are two sides, and which side each player is on.


      Did another test using a coat of oil after the paint has dried to saturate the painting. The first one was just the walnut oil pictured here, thinned with a little lamp oil. I liked the look, but it took a while to dry and could be harder. Somehow I didn't think this was really going to work without linseed oil. So, I tried some of the oldest linseed oil I have, from 2010. It's also still pretty thin, which is good because the walnut oil is plenty thick. So, mixed these 1:1, then added a little lamp oil and put it on a very lean, matte painting from about five weeks ago.


      This had dried a little on the parched side, so the coat of oil brought back some vivacity to the higher values and gave more depth to the lower values. Because the paint was still somewhat absorbent and the oil was relatively thin, there's no sense of the painting being coated with anything as in the first image. Also, when this gets a coat of varnish, the varnish will be on the oil, not in the paint. People will always say that oil will yellow, a knee-jerk response, but given everything I've learned about the behavior of these oils over time, I'd say it will be quite minimal. But that's part of why I'm doing it, to see if it's true.


      The medium is getting more standard again. I try a little of this, a little of that, but go back to the basic proportion here. It's like tempera grassa, only oil-phase, not water-phase. I like the beta damar putty because it's leaner, yet tighter from the beta damar, than the regular fused damar medium. This week's experiment was the amber oil: adding a very small amount of a highly polymerized thixotropic proto-varnish. The medium itself was quite mobile (middle photo), but you can see from the bottom photo that the amber oil made it more elastic. Almost put more marble dust in this, but decided that more motion would be better to explore than less. Less control is always a gamble, but it seems to lead to more interesting places.


      Working with this paint was very interesting. The ground is absorbent so the first layer or two sticks. The stick then becomes progressively less but doesn't go away. Paint that has set for a while is firmer than paint that is new, although nowhere near dry. But the fact that the medium was relatively thin means the paint layers became relatively detailed. This was made on the day before the full moon, a very high energy day, so it kind of made itself and I just watched it happen. It feels more resolved than the ones from last week in terms of integrating more motion with an organized structure, some evolutions in the way forms are made and altered, but it also feels like there's lots more that could happen there. Like that the colour took another step, have not done something like this before, but still feel like the lower right needs to be simplified, rather than going bonkers. About 10x12 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Detail of the paint above, the addition of the amber oil was so small, but it really changed the way the whole thing behaved.


      Used the same paint for this one, but it had been in the fridge for two days, so it was tighter. This meant it could be layered more, or be more detailed, which, as usual, became a double-edged sword. Then there were errors of weariness: the upper vertical echoed the lower one too much, fixed this this morning to some extent. Lots of interesting colours and details, I especially like the light yellow over dark blue thingy on the right edge. But is there final resolution or unity, or is the the chromatic separation too relentless? Seems like both might be true at once. Am intrigued by this one in life because it is related to, but different than, everything else. At this point, that has to be good. There are several general approaches to these that have produced officially finished images, but going back isn't going forward. The process is still demanding more in the way of change. 10x12 inches, oil on gessoed paper.



june 20

      Generally lovely week of lower temperatures and cool nights, Lily has been having an excellent time outside. For me, there have been whole days without duality, could definitely get used to mind and heart as one. Then duality arrives like a cartoon villain and says, 'Leaving so soon? We still have so much to talk about!' The process has been thorough, but now each round of it gets a little less intense. During the waning moon pause in the work last week, it began to feel like a leap was necessary. Lily has often illustrated how this is done. Pretty nutty energy this week and plenty of it, a good climate for leaping. Made a series of studies that were fun, if all over the place. Learned a lot from just letting things expand. I used to get involved in analyzing what happened as infinitum but now I try to disengage more quickly and just make the next one. Just ask, What wants to be made? Understanding happens over time, but seems less important to the daily process than change. In the outside world, the strange movie of the last six months flickers on, but more of what has been hidden is coming to the surface. Why are there so many conspiracy theories? Because there is a conspiracy. And, at some point, this will click with those who have been hypnotized by the media for so long. With the results of the audit in Arizona coming, and resistance to the 'official' virus and vaccine stories building daily, there may be some fireworks before the Fourth of July. It seems like there's a sense of relief now that 'it' is finally over, and that things can begin to go back to normal. But this misses the larger point, the fact that our lives were never normal to begin with. With the solstice on Monday, full moon on Thursday, this would be a really good week for the old way to take a hit below the waterline. Yes, I still believe that the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, will finally emerge. Had some issues last year with the plan, would have liked much less tortoise, much more hare, but this year it's been growing on me. Still, at a certain point in any operation, there's a decisive moment, a leap, when all the planning and preparedness are committed to generating the next step. And recently, the impetus appears to be increasing in larger increments: the lead up to the eventual leap. So it will be interesting to see how the Universe manages the finale, basically the ultimate Hail Mary. How to awaken the sleepers fully, yet without undue stress, since suddenly being awake is going to be stressful enough. The alarm clock is the true story of humanity. It is not a simple or pleasant story, spanning centuries, and becomes especially twisted in the time since WW2 ended, but has to be told. And once people know, it will not be possible, collectively, to unknow. When everything comes to the surface, the old way will been seen for what it was, a perverted mind control program, and have no more nostalgic appeal. This will produce a large shift in the collective frame of reference very quickly. On the one hand, the ultimate rude awakening, but also the breaking of endless chains. This will set the stage for the new way -- collective safety, peace, and freedom -- to finally begin. Although, once this process actually starts, be on the lookout of a last-ditch media rollout designed to create distraction and panic. You know, something really big: alien invasion, nationwide shortage of Twinkies, etc.


      Some Angola copal, dissolved in alcohol, then precipitated out by adding water. Very rubbery stuff! There are two official types of this, one younger and softer and the other older and harder. This looked like it might be the younger one since the older one was called 'red,' but now it feels like this won't dissolve into oil at a particularly low temperature. Which is fine, all part of learning a little more about some of the many resins called copal.


      Resins dissolved in alcohol and precipitated out with water, an alternative way to 'running' to prepare them for making an oil varnish suggested by my friend Roland. And tests done with Manila copal treated this way definitely suggest it expedites the varnish process. The first one is hymenaea courbaril, the historic gum anime, the search for which started all this. This dissolved easily and completely in alcohol but is not very glutinous. Then some damar I tried in isopropyl alcohol, this will probably not be that different heated into the oil than straight damar. The pellets are the Angola copal from the photo above. It takes a while for the alcohol to evaporate. The idea here was to explore something with more oomph than fused damar that would go into solution below the 300C required for Manila copal. The beta damar works but so far requires xylene, which is a deal breaker for me. It's not that big a deal technically, I like the way the work looks right now. It's more about the way there are all these resins that have been called copal historically, only most of the ones from Mexico and South America are not involved in commerce anymore, except for use in incense. And the word copal comes from the Aztec word for incense. A long story, with lots of different trees with many different resins. As a material, copal got a bad reputation from conservation for darkening, but this was because the varnish was sourced from the carriage industry during the 19th century, was made with highly-polymerized low quality oil, and driers. Making this varnish with the parameters of painting creates a different product.


      The new moon kind of called a halt to things last week. Used to have a hard time letting go of the hard-won old way but now it's not so bad. Decided the best thing to do was make some slightly smaller ones with more freedom, fewer patterns or rules. Just play around, see what happens. Sometimes the plan has to be less plan. Changed a few colours on the palette and decided not to do a drawing. Like parts of what happened, but didn't have a clear sense of how to go further at this point and stopped. These can get into a zugzwang situation where a lot would have to be undone in order to get to the next step. It feels like the most important part was just breaking up the pattern so something new could begin to happen. 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Wanted the next one to be less red dominant, and less chaotic; was surprised that this much organization happened without a drawing. Got into something new with colour, but sometimes I can't help but try the most high-wire solution, when, in the overall context, something simpler might work better overall. Keep wanting to do something different to the bottom right corner, the recurring bête noire with these. On the other hand, it's fun to look at this and ask where else the general concept could go. 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Then went back to the palette of the first one, but kept the shapes simpler. This was fun, felt clear about what wanted to happen. Looking at it now, it kind of feels like two different paintings, top and bottom, but that's okay. Again, just interesting to ask what wants to happen next. 9x10 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Have been wanting to return to this longer format and the time seemed right. Set this up so the paint could be more completely removed back to the white of the ground, this meant it could move beyond the simplicity of the one above but also enabled some larger changes to the whole structure. Morphing away from the original concept is good, but also means creating new problems and finding new solutions. So, unexpected, and not exactly resolved, a few interesting elements suggesting things but more of an oddity as it stands. But that all seems okay when what's at issue is what resolved means. 6.5x14 inches, oil on gessoed paper.


      Last, but not least, an out-and-out disaster of enthusiasm, similar to the March 21 painting this year. Too small for what wanted to happen but fun to do. Removed a large section of this at the end and redid it, but it still isn't remotely unified. Too much going on, too many questions but not enough answers. Which often happens after a simpler one. But this one is really interesting to consider. I end up zooming out at the upper right corner, so darkening that green-yellow-green section would actually go pretty far towards solving the composition. I like this long rectangle, the question is how to develop the language of the initial shapes within it. A bigger scale would help, but maybe another one at this scale would be better first. Drawing always solves this type of question, so that will be the next step here. No details, just the larger shapes. Is there such a thing as joyous repose? May have to find out. 6x14 inches, oil on gessoed paper.

june 13

      Some serious heat and humidity this week, am always so grateful when this departs. The new moon here was on Wednesday morning, so it was interesting to get up and feel it happen. It felt big, but distinctly moody. I was ready to make a painting, but paused. I do not argue with Lily, or with the new moon. And so, upon further consideration, ended up cleaning the studio. There are levels of this, from casual to therapeutic to mythical. It didn't quite feel Herculean, but this cleaning definitely wanted to go deeper than usual. Not just white, bright. Can see now that this was overdue, had been coming for a while. That's the thing about the new moon, it's always new on the one hand, but logical on the other. How to reclaim the room? Many different versions of disassemble the pile, go through it, toss, repeat. But it looks much better and there's not just more physical room, but more psychological room. Lily quickly took advantage of the fact that she could jump on that table again. At the same time, it feels like there's still more of this process to go. Another level of it. So, had plans for the next two weeks of waxing moon, but am not sure how much painting this time will contain. Went through a series of relatively smooth changes there for a while, but am now encountering some that are bumpier. Of course, this is all part of the plan. Am learning to be aware of resistance earlier in the process, its like a haze of friction, a reduction in clarity. It helps to remember that all external judgements are projections. If everything is one, it's all also me. In some ways, an expansive and comforting thought. In other ways, a pretty difficult one. But it feels like this moon is asking for a larger definition of unity or oneness. Solstice in a week, followed by the full moon on the 24th. This feels like it's going to be a bad week for lies, a good week for truth. Oops, there I go, framing things in terms of duality again. I love the lies, really, I do! So much conviction, so much dedication; they're just so well-told! What's that? Now they say the virus came from a lab in Wuhan? Wow, what a surprise!


      Lily was sleeping late one hot afternoon, but I had no sooner focused the camera on her when she heard something that made her wake-up and look for it. Or at it, she often watches things I can't see. Love that quizzical look, kind of like Ringo in Hard Day's Night.

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