All the way - a Charles Bukowski poem

Late summer paintings 2016 after arriving from month of monastery living in Taiwan at Fo Guang Shan Monastery in the south (these is large paintings, yo) - "Namaste, cock suckers!"

Fo Guang Shan Zen Monastery, yeah!

I was living in a zen monastery in Taiwan; for a while like a monk, then as as a youth visitor, and finally as a guest painter.

The link below redirects to some of the works I made while there as a painter. (or hopefully the little arrows will work and it's a slideshow)

I learned a lot at Foguanshan. Level up!

Weekend Sketchbook (18x24) & Alan Watts - If you want to be sane, stop thinking sometimes

Weekend Sketchbook from June 2016 + A Talk by T. McKenna on "The Real Thing"

I found myself in a swamp somewhere in the US with a lot of good people, good music, and good vibes. Level up!

"Culture is not your friend" (T. McKenna Talk) + Collage Culture (Book) + Youth Lagoon (Music)

A link to "Collage Culture: Examining the 21st Century's Identity Crisis"
Collage Culture http://collageculture.com/

In an essay called "The Death of Subculture," Aaron Rose (director of Beautiful Losers and co-curator of MoCA's record-smashing exhibit Art in the Streets) makes an impassioned call to arms, urging the next generation of artists to end the collage era by adopting a philosophy of creative innovation. And in her essay "Living in the Mess," Mandy Kahn (columnist, Foam magazine) considers whether the collage of references that surrounds us might negatively affect the way we feel.

Purchase the book here: Amazon 



Lyrics:

Possessed by something in the wind. 

They watch me like I'm a threat to them. 

With implants deep below their skin.

They laugh 'cause some refuse a PIN.

[chorus]

Sounds like a riot choking the highway. 

With stun guns, smoke, and sirens on display.

[chorus]

Remember when no one danced the same. 

We all had a voice, we had a name. 

We're gold that's as bright as hell's own flame. 

Forgive me, for i have lost my way.

Dripping in blood, waiting for your return. 

In repetition hall of the nocturne. 

Where we're going to, you can't bring all your worth.
Oh raise me up, oh raise me from the dirt. 

Each second is a high point of concern. 

Where we're going to, you can't bring all your worth.

Alan Watts: Like Clouds

words are nice... video is artifact of youtube


taken from the following (probably)

Some works on Flickr