Concerning the work of artist GC Myers
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Across the sea to an island Where the bridges brightly burn So far away from my land The valley of the unconcerned I was walking down the road, man Just looking at my shoes When God sent me an angel Just to chase away my blues –John Prine, Everything Is Cool (1991) Woke up late […]
When I consider the short duration of my life, swallowed up in the eternity before and after, the little space that I occupy, and even that which I see, engulfed in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I know nothing and which know nothing of me, I am terrified, and am amazed that I […]
I have a firm belief in this now, not only in terms of my own experience, but in knowing the experiences of other people. When you follow your bliss, and by bliss, I mean the deep sense of being in it and doing what the push is out of your own existence—it may not be […]
As machines become more and more efficient and perfect, so it will become clear that imperfection is the greatness of man. —Ernst Fischer, An Opposing Man (1969) I’ve wondered about the concept of perfection for some time, given the way some folks are always going on about it, looking for it because they think they […]
Self is. Self is body and bodily perception. Self is thought, memory, belief. Self creates. Self destroys. Self learns, discovers, becomes. Self shapes. Self adapts. Self invents its own reasons for being. To shape God, shape Self. […] All prayers are to Self And, in one way or another, All prayers are answered. Pray, […]
Far more disturbing than any spook house at an amusement park is a ride through the old hometown if you’ve been away for years. –Jonathan Carroll, The Marriage of Sticks (2012) Like cars in an amusement park, our direction is often determined through collisions. –Yahia Lababidi, Signposts to Elsewhere (2008) I was trying to find […]
Let nothing be called natural In an age of bloody confusion, Ordered disorder, planned caprice, And dehumanized humanity, lest all things Be held unalterable! –Bertolt Brecht, The Exception and the Rule (1930), Prologue I’ve had this verse in my draft files for some time. Around two years, actually. I haven’t shared it up until now […]
The poet is, etymologically, the maker. Like all makers, he requires a stock of raw materials — in his case, experience. Now experience is not a matter of having actually swum the Hellespont, or danced with the dervishes, or slept in a doss-house. It is a matter of sensibility and intuition, of seeing and hearing […]
I like to live always at the beginnings of life, not at their end. We all lose some of our faith under the oppression of mad leaders, insane history, pathologic cruelties of daily life. I am by nature always beginning and believing and so I find your company more fruitful than that of, say, Edmund […]
”– you know, I’ve either had a family, a job, something has always been in the way but now I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this place, a large studio, you should see the space and the light. for the first time in my life I’m going to have a place and the time to create.” no baby, […]
What good are all the objects in the universe, if there is no subject? It isn’t that mankind is all that important. I don’t think that Man is the measure of all things, or even of very many things. I don’t think Man is the end or culmination of anything, and certainly not the center […]
The future is usually imagined as either better or worse than the present. If the imagined future is better, it gives you hope or pleasurable anticipation. If it is worse, it creates anxiety. Both are illusory. –Eckhart Tolle, The Power of Now (1997) I know that Eckhart Tolle is right with the statement above. But […]
Then very slowly I go to slightly lighter colors until little by little, the forms begin to take shape and I start to see what is happening. Since I never plan in advance, I simply let myself be led by instinct, taste and intuition. And it is in this manner that I find myself creating […]
