The Art of Circle Walking

 

Silver City- Ghostland Observatory

 

There’s this park I’ve been walking around lately, in the shape of a circle. It took me awhile to realize it, but I kept crossing the same trees over and over again,

kept seeing that crack in the fence,

and I had been practicing the art of Circle Walking. I thought I was lost at first, but it was ok since the Circle was familiar and therefore comfortable.

It only became difficult when I figured I wasn’t getting anywhere, and I wanted to leave the park. It was far too dark for me to stay on this Circle, and I knew if I didn’t get off the path, I would be on it forever.

The only way I was finding my way out was if I took a new, unknown path, through bushes and thorns and roots that tried to take my feet out from underneath me.

Evidently, I made it out. I did what I had to do. I’m back on my computer away from such dangerous paths, such Circle Walking, and things are looking brighter. It would be best to put the Circle behind me, since I know it would pull me right back in if it had the chance.

I swear it does, each and every time I’m there.

 

 

Maybe we’ve already been to other planets, but we discovered how much cooler it was out there and decided to kick it. The world’s greatest secret could be out there somewhere,

sipping on margaritas with other life forms,

sh*T talking humanity

 

Enjoy these 10 vibin’ tracks my friends. I especially love numero 5. You might as well play it on repeat

repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat

but at that point we’d just be circling

 

In a post about my fears from long, long ago, back when Katy’s Canvas was still child’s play-ha-I mentioned my fear of spiders followed by an ambiguous parenthetical statement which said “depending on mood and size of creature”. While admiring a spider on my porch, who was quite large, and seeing one again in the bathroom, when I was quite on edge, it dawned on me that it’s not spiders themselves that I’m scared of. It’s spiders on me. Hypothetically, I would have to first notice a spider resting on my skin or crawling towards my face-

Then fear strikes.

Unlike other bugs, like the ant that walks without direction or the butterfly that’s only concerned with landing on you before you can admire him,

spiders are what nightmares are made of, with biting capability beyond that of mosquitos and 8 legs made for speed.

 

Paintings by my personal favorite Mars1

Life is undoubtedly about questions, and not about answers. We cannot choose a new path before first questioning our old ones, and if we always get answers then our questions must be far too easy. For if we went about life considering the answers we already know, and constructing our perspective from there, we might just be practicing the art of Circle Walking in our own thoughts, regressing at the same time we believe in the illusion of moving forward.

 

tout est cool

 

Brown and Gammon- Be There

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars…”

~Jack Kerouac, On the Road

 

Sometimes I find myself trying to draw these stunning Lango Nator drawings:

mine never really compare though.

 

That one house, on the rainbow box,

that one would be mine.

 

 

I’d say that if your happy to be where you are now,

you should be grateful for everything that’s happened in the past. Maybe this is old news to you guys, but it doesn’t matter as much where you were as where you’re going.

 

 

 

What if you came home and this was tossed on your couch?

 

Artist Kathy Weaver specializes in embroidered robot quilts.

They could make any couch unique. The use of color would make houseguests immediately realize you have a robot quilt.

 

Detail:

I like turtles. I have a real one.

I think my hands are too small to embroider. I can’t even braid my own hair.

She also paints a bit,

It kind of reminds me of fungus.

 

 

This Adam O’Day painting reminds me of drippy, humid Chicago nights,

it’s officially hot as hell.

At least this here is my day job,

Lots of chillax time, and

nothin’ but blue skies.

Finally I am within a week of Flux Pavillion and Doctor P, which will cure my need to womp among my people.

omg…you can make smileys on this thing? Good to know..

Free Time

 

 

Zodiac Shit by Flying Lotus

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When you lose your train of thought, where does it go? Who catches it?

 

 

I had a dream last night that lightning didn’t exist anymore. Just thunder. Someone told me about it as if I were completely out of the loop for not knowing. I completely believed it during the dream of course, but when I thought of it again while awake I couldn’t believe my sillyness in believing such a thing. I was thinking of documenting my dream so as I could remember this upside-down moment forever, but then realized that a world without lightning and only thunder would be hard to capture in a drawing, since you can’t draw thunder.

 

 

 

Artist Benbo George

 

I like the idea of a place where all sounds could be stored, and you could pull them out of drawers like files.

I’d keep a folder aside for my favorites, you know,

bubbling champagne,

xylophones,

pillow fights,

some heavy dubstep,

bird songs,

water lapping up against the boat,

melting snow, 

crackling fire,

when a dog licks my ear,

that stuff.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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