Loveday Studio: Where Love is enough

The faint savage spectrum of air across the sky invading the edge of unintelligible resonation of frequency as I peered into space without regret and fathomed the further derived silence of wavelength function between the pulse pulsation pause punctuation peak point paladin pattern place placated while the sky drum emitted nothing

And in the sunlight of yesteryear we were dreaming clear blue atmospheric mythos like pilgrims on our way to Granada while the singers inhaled in unison and for an instant it all became unified concrete against the compounded texture of vibration

Or was it just how the oboist pursed his lips against the horn and dreamed of sounds yet unheard like this moment when the reed failed and panic emerged across the stage and I laughed so hard as the camera zoomed in and he remained unaware of the spotlight which is how reality leaves us so often

Mozart Symphony No 41 K 551 C major Nikolaus Harnoncourt

and in the midnight

as if in the sky we are becoming again

unified against the skin of forming

“Blue Eagle & Ruby Throat Dancing”

Watercolor, pastel

18 x 24 inches | 45.7 x 61 cm | Cason 120 lb cold press

December 31, 2013

And the eagle is dreaming into the space between ochre and blue mud earth while the ruby-throated hummingbird dives beyond the limitations of atmospheric control or was it something you said right before I lost all connection with desire and expectation while units of splashed pigment exploded against the fabric of reality textual in spalted spray

“Don’t Mention It”

Watercolor, pastel

18 x 24 inches | 45.7 x 61 cm | Cason 120 lb cold press

December 31, 2013

shaking off the wonderment of fusion between heaven and earth tribal and discrete immaculate as the parrot rises up airborne in midair Phoenix rainbow splash frozen in stillness as if the very air stopped to ask where the ladder of nobility was going at a horizontal slant and we looked up at the clear sky searching for the slightest hint of assurance that all is well while reality blended into a multi-hue of myriad radiance between the whiteness of untouched beyond where nothing is more real than all that had been assumed as real and the sky melted and undulated before the units of chromatic invasion while we gathered around the possibility that for an instant we had become less than the self-imposed captivity of association by guilt of the faint savage spectrum of air across the sky invading the edge in an extended loop of repetition over and over until it was enough for now again this time around love and light