Eddies of echoes welling up inside the reverberation signal
of secondary silence while the formula of dreaming passes the gulf of dormant
cognition after the deluge washes the idea of nothing out past the waves of
inherent possibilities while functionality is just a state of being and being
leaves more to be desired than we were talking about the last time splash
adventures reciprocated actual results and there is a method to this madness if
you stand there in the rain long enough but even then it is always going to
stop raining sometime and the totally optimist in this movie keeps saying that
they can hold out and not get it whatever that it is before it stops raining
and we all cheer the effort to avoid getting whatever it was that they didn’t
get while standing out there in the rain one more time like getting wet is all
that important and then the rain comes and washes it all clean again and these
marks that mark where the idea of nothing went before nothing was revealed keep
shining in the trademark sunlight last gleaming light beneath a sky of stellar
memory illuminated in sequences of imposition of myth that has nothing to do
with star so bright make my wish come true in the land of concrete situations as
it all drones into a backwash of echo again and again and there are holes in my
shoes and rocks in my socks with repetitive symbolism of empty pockets except
for the greater gulf of openness where the holes reside and it all forms into
what can’t be sought or spoken of but just experienced and even as it forms it
disappears into the nothingness of self-fulfilling prophecy and it begins all
over again and again as the rain comes and after it is all said and done not
all that is gold glitters in the abstract notion that liberation of self from
ego-oriented desires and expectations can be integrated into a thin bit of rice
paper where the waves break across the universe of pilgrim technology and the
gossip doesn’t mention how many were left standing out in the rain or which way
the sandman went while I hit the paper too hard with the brush and rupture the
skin of silence with an explosion of fractured memory left dreaming dandelion
drama beyond nothingness
Sumi ink and gold ink on rice paper
13 x 9.5 inches | 33 x 24 cm
April 15, 2013
For more information about this work visit the Sumi Ink page on the Loveday Studio web site.
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