Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Dreaming Dandelion Drama: the formation of nothing

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

Oliver Loveday © April 23, 2013

 “Formation of Nothing”
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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