The Soul of the Brush

The painter has the Universe in his eyes and hands. – Leonardo da Vinci Humans have been painting with brushes for over 16,000 years. Ancient people created brushes from feathers and hair attached to sticks. Chinese brushes originated over 6,000 years ago and are still used throughout Asia. As with the creation of any tool, …

Dante’s Fire Escape: the passing of a great poet/publisher/artist/man

Poetry is a flower of an instant in eternity… Poetry can be heard at manhole covers, echoing up Dante’s fire escape. Lawrence Ferlinghetti Lawrence Ferlinghetti passed away this week at the age of 101 years old. Ferlinghetti was a poet, publisher, painter, and co-founder of the very famous City Lights Bookstore in San Francisco. He …

Art and Artifice

Art blazes from the soul. You are an artist. You express your art within your life. Your life’s work flows from the art of balancing creative, passionate anxiety. Art is not exclusive to artists, rather art is the creative expression of life. Living is an art. Art is life. Art is a lie that makes …

Set Your Imagination Free

Stay firmly in your path and dare. Be wild two hours a day! – Paul Gauguin Human beings have been around for hundreds of thousands of years. Even the most ancient cultures can only be traced back a few thousand years, less than one percent of human existence. The impacts of the Industrial Revolution have …

Luminous Lotus of Love: a Poem

Floating in my lotus boat Drifting on the cosmic sea Upon my soul I wrote This vow of love to thee Sail into the sparkling light Guided by my compass heart I find there my lovely sprite And a loving world does start We two are one forever Nothing can break us apart Together we …

Happy Chinese New Year

I made a Lunar New Year card from one of my paintings. The painting is of the Winter Blooming Plum, and the Chinese phrases are various ways to wish people a happy New Year. Today is Chinese New Year’s Eve or Lunar New Year’s Eve. It is the year 4719 according to the ancient Chinese …

Inoculation of Dreams: a poem

There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life. – Federico Fellini Dreams manifest reality. There were no radios, TVs, computers, wheels, forks, shoes, pots or pans before someone dreamed them into existence. Turn to nature to see the absence of the artificial. Only humans create and leave …

Winter Blooming Plum

A poem dedicated to hope The gray-white dome of tyrannical winter descends Pounds the windows and walls with bluster Chases the sun and stars from the heavens Bare branches bend to winter’s bitter will While the tremulous blooming plum Glitters golden hope midst the gloom A swirl of lace-winged fairies Lift the curtain unto reverie …

The Heart’s Memory

He was still too young to know that the heart’s memory eliminates the bad and magnifies the good, and that thanks to this artifice we manage to endure the burden of the past. – Gabriel García Márquez Our perceptions of memories change over time. Some events have great significance attached to them in the present …