A weekend of worthiness

The past few days I have been in New York, at what I shall call a spiritual conference. Those who know me could use other words to define it. But let's not go there. Not yet. I wonder if anyone will notice a difference in me. Sometimes, it's not what you take away from such events, it's what you leave behind.

Not all art is intentional

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Originally uploaded by bat_outta_hell.

Some of my best pieces have been mistakes. It just happens. Unintentionally.

Fish

I did this piece a long time ago. For some reason, I am movitated to let others see it now.

The raping of the land

Today, the tree cutters are here, clearing off my hillside so I can put in a new septic system. Chain saws and chippers have been ripping since early morning. Loosing some of my coveted privacy is bad. The sight of perfectly healthy trees being sacrificed is worse. My only consolation is that the resulting debris and mulch will somehow bleed back into the ground, passing the now fallen trees and their energy to the earth. And all for the sake of county regulated disposal of the grey water from my house. This is fucked up.

A late nite

The next time a man keeps me up so late at nite, he better bring me orange juice in the morning.