Sunday, September 27, 2020

Ventures In Nothing


 

“Ventures in Nothing”

Sumi ink and gold ink on rice paper

13 x 9.5 inches | 33 x 24 cm

January 20, 2013


Ventures in Nothing

Outside the gates of bliss

Resides the money changers

Ready to assist in the gleaning of materialism

Like Wall Street smoke and mirrors

The paper dream scurries across the landscape

Elusive as carbon

Elusive as gold

In the illusion

While the pilgrim invests

In ventures in nothing


Oliver Loveday © October 16, 2013 3:08pm EDT

Saturday, September 26, 2020

Nothing Unmarked


 

“Nothing Unmarked”

Sumi ink and gold ink on rice paper

13 x 9.5 inches | 33 x 24 cm

January 20, 2013


Nothing Unmarked

She blows in like Woody Herman and His Thundering Herd jazz jam wail across the abyss woolen skies wrapped up in shades of black or gold in between the nothing of whiteness where there is no mind left to dream only float like a cloud as we look down into the slant of silence marked and measured with inches of splash or brush marks punching holes in the sky between what is left and what was never imaged in the fragile edge of rice paper maps of where we were and where we can never be again against the wind of patterns escaped deleted spindled and mutilated


Oliver Loveday © October 16, 2013 1:45pm EDT


Wednesday, September 23, 2020

Bliss Dance

 


“Bliss Dance”

Sumi ink and gold ink on rice paper

13 x 9.5 inches | 33 x 24 cm

January 20, 2013


Bliss Dance

Aching in the moment

Swirl of awareness

Like the madman

Seeking the stability of concrete reality

But it is all in flux

And there is nothing

But the pain and beauty

Of this bliss dance

Between atom and energy

Between galaxy and fertile nebula

Time and space

Against the empty


Oliver Loveday © October 16, 2013 12:40pm EDT


Tuesday, September 22, 2020

“Wind over the Bridge”

 

“Wind over the Bridge”

Sumi ink and gold ink on rice paper

13 x 9.5 inches | 33 x 24 cm

January 5, 2013


Wind over the Bridge


Arriving through the clouds

Passing beyond Cold Mountain

The pilgrim looks down into the valley

Where the land of empty fields lies beyond

A river between this and nothing

A bridge that challenges all fears

And in the sky

The winds flow freely


Oliver Loveday © October 16, 2013 11:10am EDT