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The Adventurer

I make a painting called  The Adventurer . There are no real adventurers anymore, at least not in the classic mode: costumed out in khaki and straps, always crash-landing their dubious flying machines, or half-starved and completely mad beyond the borders of some godforsaken jungle, or abandoned hinterland, or skeleton-paved mountain range, before disappearing forever in some desperate, senseless attempt to circumnavigate an area of the globe entirely devoid of dots or reason. One can't just rollick around the planet any longer, powered by stylish steamer trunks and charming letters of introduction to the right local chieftains. Too much of the world is a no-go zone now, with all the appeal of a drainage ditch, or wet ashtray, or Detroit, except with cluster bombs and refugees, and like Detroit these places just keep limping along, no matter how poorly their scars and screams fit into our Instagram feed.  I remember reading  Scott 's letters in school; I think he was me

The Empress Awakens

The Empress Awakens an original mixed media painting on canvas 24 x 36 x 1 1/2 inches canvas, card strips, collage, crayon, pencil, acrylic ink, acrylic paints, wash, varnish a large, vibrant painting that sets the tone of a room an painting that speaks in texture and colour, with allusions to the archetype of The Empress of the tarot A kind of light spread out from her. And everything changed color. And the world opened out. And a day was good to awaken to. And there were no limits to anything. And the people of the world were good and handsome. And I was not afraid any more. ― John Steinbeck See all of this world As a star at dawn, a bubble in a stream, A flash of lightening in a summer cloud, A flickering lamp, a phantom and a dream. –– Buddha I called the world of phenomena an illusion, I called my eyes and my tongue and accident, valueless phenomena. No, that is all over; I have awakened, I have really awakened and have just been born today. ― Hermann Hess

unconnected / / cigar-tin stories number seventy eight

A Thursday evening, and I forget my phone. This happens with an erratic frequency these days; I have no idea why. Part of it, I'm sure, is down to the incandescent levels of mental energy I expend trying to get my eight year-old out the door (in this instance, for Brownies –– and in uniform, no less). But that sort of thinking excuses me from the very be-responsible-for-your-own-shit fiction I mean ethic that I wave around like some kind of photocopied, suburban version of Lenin, so I won't use that. All haranguing should be directed inward. I forget things. My brain works imperfectly. I am getting older. If consciousness is a vast, emerald-green ocean, then evenings, especially, are all about floating beyond the safety buoys, beyond any reasonable depths of planning and coherence, into darker waters. In fact, often I'm so tired that I can't think what I'm supposed to do next. The moment I realize that I've forgotten my phone is one of both rising and falli

let's bring all your secrets out into the light

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cigar-tin stories number seventy-seven / / a rapidly congealing mass of paffle and nonsense

Darryl:  Here is the info for the brochure. I attached the original texts that I have been working from. This is pretty much already all done in Microsoft Publisher, except for a few things I can't figure out.  Could you add some colour, like  Bittersweet Shimmer or  Deep Space Sparkle  or other (not grey, or even Battleship Grey) and some borders; also there should not be spaces between items with a bullet.  Some fonts need to be changed to Calibri. When will this be ready? I need 500 copies.  Esther Poppy Evans Special Executive Administrative Assistant to the Spiritual Success Team Esther, Please see the attached proof.  I do not have the capacity to print 500 copies (which would be 1000 impressions, and then 1000 folds done by hand). For that I will need to get a quote from a print broker (and you will need access to a print budget).  I  can  do 50 copies. How would you like me to proceed? Darryl Daryll, 50 is a good start.  The proof: y ou rearranged the order of the t