that silent e

Where did this beautiful belief in life come from? Where did it go? I sit here on the precipice of endless tomorrows... even if they end. Leo's in trouble... sinking down into the muck without much luck of the golden sun to save him. I ask myself how could he get himself into such a predicament? Did he trust too much? He did it for the child within himself... the one that knew right from wrong. As we grow old right and wrong take different paths. Suddenly the "law"... the "righteous" step in to protect the "wrong", the "unlawful"... and they seem to do it with more fervor as time passes. We uphold the law for those who know how to use it and manipulate it to their purpose. I see Leo sink and I wonder how this one will play out... when the world loses it's sun.. will it care? I ask with sadness and heaviness of heart for Leo. I would love to see the sun again, natural fires playing on natural earths... but I fear these days are gone and long forgotten... long roads, paths... labyrinths in the woods destroyed.... I fear they've been bulldozed by malice. If energy follows thought... my thoughts would bring about some different sort of energy. Take a dark thunder... a dark day you've brought... with gale force winds... with snapping branches. Take that and remember that although you sink Leo into the mud.. in his naive trust of you... you also create your own prison of remembering... this is now YOUR energy following YOUR thought. And it will run it's course.

skulls, death, magick, books, moons, trees, coffins

Images of the mind extend into the artworks of late. I have begun a creation around six by six inches on canvas of a skull with his forehead in a book. Trees, death and the invocation of that time I wish to recreate within my artworks. I can effectively hide in there. The space between the paint, the clay, the paper. I have found a firmament on canvas. A place to go when there is no way to travel, no way to get out. Iced over in the housecave. Drums begin in my brain, over my grave. I haven't heard a beat so far but a long distant echo of once running drums, long hair... circles of stars. It's created within me a need to belong within that story... if only to share it and keep it alive. As with the beat, the dance... a deep swim within. I dive for the flame of the ordinary light. Keep me safe and sane as I balance this cusp of wherever. Heavy screams and fades. This is the time for urgency and force of sound... some music I can not ignore struggles to break free. ~ k