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a documentary triptych in a sense, time. over three stages backwards/forwards in time.
obvious unabashed abstraction tight pose struck fast for words! pirouette pirouette save/ any portion framed and abstracted, and then the itself left cooling pie on the windowsill, the gooses pearly opal egg and yet is the process more living and the egg unhatched waiting for something to tap tap it open in a crooky twist and smile that pass and hands gesture and the eyebrows and some exchange of air on the molecular level you can walk through the magic dust of pigmentdiffusion dont walk too slowly neutron armies in the surface texture shoot off nano modules and it sticks to your sleeve, an allergy we will need to mix your coat with water and make monoprints on wax paper and adhere some fall orange red maple leaf and iron it for permanent funk factoring w/a protective sheet over




the evolution of a palette painting a painting of painting a painting mandala

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entrance stage right finding clues in visual materials the making of a drawing by ‘accident’ 1st release go loose (tension is good she said it gives you a cannon shot booster) of formal thinking classical training puritan ethic propaganda and habitual short cuts. something with some visualverbaltactile stature a ‘statement’ ahem quit laughing? seer somehow disconnects w/what it is as 'known' previously around ‘statement’ a signpost on the road NOT LAW in blue books but inuit rock carving a craftwork of pulling nuance pox and detail from a blob of something he looks at the stone turns it over and over looks at it smiles at it, squeezes it in his palm then he sees the polar bear this one has a hat 'the form is within' there is no end to expansion of form manifestato engine of now, ode call to meaning? language of inner space) becoming outer space and a splendid art object subject dialect, a communication refined by subterranean erosion or entropy if you prefer 'invisible lines of the world' becomes visible suggesting something deeper deeper than denture, running off the stage now wait a second_______part 1

process an indefinable exploration zen style brushwork like film slowed down or sound loop delayed, juggling rotoscopic unnaturally outlined elements kept in mind and scenarios like droplets of saturated character and depth outofthebox inside a vast horizon nagualish realm a few miles farther than the farthest step taken yet (cezanne said the work is never done), maybe it is like like collage, all these brash torn-edge photos blackened seared wax dripped over and snippets of hairlocks and a two inch piece of raspberry satin frayed ribbon, a glass music box chime painting connecting via (winged eel fingerling color sound movement time rhythm (notsofew can become parts of a whole here come on rocky realm discovers new ways to repeat the sine and sawtooth calling for cane sugarwaves treasures of trojan excavation and the carpenteering to repair and replace honeycomb beehives and some new kind of raw and the projection of unknown chrysalis morpha in a parisian taxi, it took me to work the players cartwheel on the ‘same beam’ electronic vibrationally speaking, why? this i dont know cant be sure the same way twice, well because to explain is more than 'just listen' or or you know See but thats another thing/how but how and what and why eye eye due diligentlemen and lemurian ladies will ask, neatly trimmed sections of the reel crop the 'it is' requiring silent observation and some repeated jokes don juan louis ck style and to get the spices i mean spaces blending in the garam masala mix comes by an overall reverence for turdly emission of creamy dreamy palette bulbs of color as it comes out of the tube on the little cups thick pre solvent texture it has what thump it is wanting eskimo stone carving to do thwack and liquidly, while adventure aboard enterprise time and space and technology and expression on the same rocketship or semisuspended vehicle it goes all the way light leap years behold begotten bibles so what panky panky taps the tube on the table to loosen the topscrew who cares about what again, you like this one so much Hah? thats yellow of course you do or not and do i but something worthy of wordly worldly expression on amber modules in there if only to say hey wake up yur snoring and spoken by someone still asleep, curtsy flip of scarf, (prt. 2)exit stage left

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pINk paint drQps
ooh watch out
here a drip drip catch one quick
there they loop a pink milkyfluteglass mirror drop slowly driply rounding a bulge
upside down molten lava chalkdust flow over globular pinkland
at the bottom just before and then photopink kalmus droplet
the thinskin invisible dont know splits POP and a thousand little pink mallets
malleate the fibers running stick running fast and steadfastly splatter
pINk pelnt drQps oh oh thems those is are scary those pink paint drops pINk pelnt drQps pelnt drQps
“nice” a “nice” "nice" miss o'keeffe said. only she would think pink was nice
oh pink dripping pink paint scary bewarey pINk paint drops dont mix acra red and titanium wh whatever you do
whips a dollop to that pink what ya cant do with it, no painter all the way to
south america dares that pink little powerpackage unbelievable sweet, only harmonic with cobalt mostlyreally it would have to be surreal comp vp even then you know the cotton candy color that reel and faint color gadzooks pink imo try painting morely more, eats the rest of'em, will not sit there without swallowing the rest like i said cobalt is the only color standing up to it, and tropical hotdog lime can carry a line but not through the pink except if i make it a line of intense vibe maybe above it in pigment latin it means pink is a tough player on the colorfield inkpay
'it works for silk, and good on bombay saris' breathe its just pink just pink its not gonna kill ya almost maybe



interestingly enough the computer tries to learn how to speak english and the computer has need of a frame of reference according to its past beliefs and so the computer spells pelnt to say paint but somebody human interpolates so then you have to learn that alphabet all over again and now numbers and symbols too a post-techno neocromagnon evoluted language
and the computer just sits there and takes commands ha (as if) @U @U @Uh 10 (ah oooooooooo)

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just a little bird rush drama filler enjoy

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earth mandala


trees understand wind in the hair
the earth walks through space
the creatures tiptoe
over sacred hills
some wearing boots
others with no shoes
still others with no feet
we only know her
a short time her beauty never fades
she rises

celeste of starlight
plays
eternal bandwidth
tables of fruit dawning
over a sea and cloud trails
of radiant white
and rocky blue






all rights reserved c tipota kanenas

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visual sound waves in music
from the garage band to the street where we meet for a byte to eat

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“the balance of the print and the negative,” alfred to miss o'keeffe “is discerning of contrast”
“contrast is delicate,” she said clutching a sable wand, “a cezanne stroke is out of place and hides inside a bended space, it generates a compact pace when color overwhelms the eye and memory trails of seeing die reborn in mist-ter-y, oh my,” she taps her left ear, “the hidden tornado in a placid lake where under glass a labyrinth swallows lava rocks and reds”

twisting his window monocle polish on foulard cravat he swats at a moth unshuttered nerves she is a painter well his lightcatcher sets a palm exposure over the palette smoothing pigment through oil loops flooding across tilted planes a spongemark swipes, subterranean shifting reef reaching for lines in white, before it blends and makes bluegrey he catches phase radiation in threadthin filaments curled in titanium the tiniest most lucid he has ever seen
since harlequin mint and striped ribbon candy

“i didnt expect to beseech you to tell me painting on
blind faith would pay off,” georgia with a smudge on her cheek, dabbing a precision bonescape corner
“i never heard you follow blind faith or pay off” he said hands-of-the-clock hands-of-the-clock how-i-will-paint while she makes orange with cadmium red-deep enfolding hansa yellow straight from the tube “no not exactly,” she said, straightening the frame, “but i paint no matter what else”
“thats my girl” says he (he shudders at his playful assertion its not supposed to be that way she thinks shutters, like eyes, like horizontal eyes that blink open, and close open and close

down on o.k.harris street tibetan summer music festival red streamer fields wave like snakes in a comb
people there have a certain medusa pueblo dorje understanding
its exciting to see the stairs materialize in a magritte escher painting with no top floor brushstroke
capricorn goatfleet climbing nimble crevices, the river that leaves no stone unturned

“...because time is...
...different now
than it was before...
and now... you are
before and then you are after...” gazing at dust specks and starflakes
whistling off the top bookshelf he breathes into the air silverysoft translucent pearls that float dissolve above in silence settling over shoulders a warm forest green wind blanket

“now... this is a good orange” she says stepping back.

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