Righting the world like a flower watered, making things comprehensible. With nothing in focus, look for light

Our work will be done when we can give these young ones a new world, a different world. I must be committed to the birth of that new world, which like every delivery will be painful and at the same time joyous

Art purifies, through catharsis, what should be seized directly – life, We will no longer make objects / our art is life / our medium revolution / & in a world based on repression our only message is liberation

What’s left? This season of heat and wind, this dinner tonight, and those large bands of trembling waves of various shades of green that split my heart with their incredible beauty. We’re witnessing the last days of civilization as we know it.

Prelude to Devastation

Make the joy now, that we want, no shape for space & time now but the shapes we will

Blessed be thirst for teaching us the purity of water. Blessed be thirst for gathering us around the spring

Hundredth Repetition, After High Noon

The Strategy of Composition

Being must everywhere be the basis of our thought and deed

Flourishing fully-flowered forgotten lawns sprawling and peopled teetering globe balancing us furnished worldly palms for holding to touch that which won’t be persona or jailed or sequestered or loved in that object way

An Old Rebirth

This is the dawn of a paradise of delight: where our passions spring live in a disruption of our homes, food, tempests, motorways

Seasons wait for you not

We shall live the simple life & keep each other

Hedgerow tenders at dawn

Tasting sweet, remembering bitter. A recipe for not rotting.

A parable

Never will we separate ourselves from the world to build a little chapel hidden off in some vast darkness