white pushes white

why

i don t know you

at all

nothing about you

.really.

ok, maybe just a few

sentences read.

maybe just a shared moment

or two.

.apart.

one

one day

- you and me -

we will have Day One.

So

i believe i meant to write. not post a hundred photos. or even think about art. trying to balance out digital art, fine art, music and writing and do some of all. blah blah blah, art art art and not enough writing ug. now, there, since i ve explained it , here a poem. not done in the moment right now, but anyhow done last wk.

Who

Time. Why think of time.

or space.

or which way

around.

really.

really?

time turned around

and i looked &

we were here.

Still.

alone. alive with

ourselves &

These other places.

Spaces.

Not to ponder.

Not to think about

Not to write.

that

onE not in white, mostly, maybe, abstraction..oh ok the snow sculptures first..then that

ok oNE more is never just One more..white..

my new find..

white mesh leggings from Amer. Apparel ~

visions of these

with my white parachute mini..

i heart these.. dig them

white, white..white...and..

more white...

oNe .. more .. white relief

wire and white

a song

oh..

um..i should probably write here, or i ll forget, again, that i started another blog. i love the quiet, hidden, secret-ness of a new blog, when no one knows you are here and you are speaking to nothing. i don t think 'truth' gets any closer to that - speaking to nothing. nothing. as soon as i speak or write, it becomes a lie b/c the moment moves and i change into a new truth. eh? ok enough deep - ish bull- shit- ish stuff. i am following thurston moore's blog. only. so far. the only one. Why? i found a link to it somewhere and it reminded me to start my own one.One. ONE. i guess i like ONE too. it sounds so nice. one

alone

black

quiet

peace

mind

spirit

one

ONE. ok. Love to you.

one day, day one

i m back again to this i guess. i know i have a blog somewhere out there, but i can t remember where! it s really about getting back to some writing. i know there are alot of stories and experiences building up in my mind again, and it is time to start spiraling them out. i love that. a spiral is really a beautiful thing. so, here we are.