Loveday Studio: Nothing in the Snow

The rush of air into the nostrils of winter clear in the mind of no attachments with the snow as it melts in the morning sun and this silence of muffled acoustics as the warmth spills into frozen gulf between now and mid-afternoon heat waves of doing what can be done now and that is the rub as time bleeds past the idea of making something happen sparks shooting across the Universe sparks shooting across the mental landscape sparks shooting from the brush in the snow before the rising sun right now and moving with no time to waste as time bleeds past the idea of snow melting before the rising sun and clean clear crisp this air as I move and make ink from the ink cake and stack the five gallon plastic buckets two abreast two high there and put the cardboard box on top of them and the air is still so I can move fast with no breeze to mess up this effort and the rice paper is right there but it is so light that the touch of the brush moves it and I’m holding the digital video recorder but I can’t see the monitor in the sunlight with degenerative vision of nearly six decades of hard viewing this world so I guess and point the camera with one hand while painting and splash and enough and take it over to the retaining wall and the bank beyond and try to paint on snow but it won’t take the ink so I splash and crisp clear clean air of nothing in snow that is gone the next day and the next day and the next clear crisp clean moment of knowing that it is all nothing this beauty and in beauty it is finished. A-ho!

White Earth Dreaming

Silence sinks in deeper than this knowing

Astral tendons secure the edges of nothing

All of reality ends at the passage of Empty Gate

There is no illusion after freedom from expectations

Eternity is meaningless in the No-Mind zone

We are all One now

We are now

Oliver Loveday © January 19, 2013 1pm EST

“Bliss Dance” (with 6 detail photographs)

Sumi ink and gold ink on rice paper

13 x 9.5 inches | 33 x 24 cm