Wednesday, September 28, 2011

On Art. On Yoga.

Art can be anything. Yoga can be anything.
It's the way you look at things - you figure it out on your own. In many respects, there's no right or wrong way.

They are both meditation acts - the rest of the world drops away.
Infatuation occurs with the creative - when you express some Truth. Be it through asana or a line on a page.

It's all about what we observe in our lives.

Yoga is one way to process these observations internally.
Art is the manifestation of of these observations to express to others what is seen.

It's all about what we experience.
How we see the world.

Sunday, September 25, 2011


One year.

52 weeks.

Minimum 1 canvas per week.

Monday, September 19, 2011


The depth of the ocean can be found in the simplicity of a stream.


Thursday, September 8, 2011


I still find myself cycling through the vinyasas.


These nights that I still find myself being chased by bad dreams.

Yes, they still appear.

I wonder how deeply they are ingrained.

When they will show again.

My hope is that it is something of a purging.

There solace to be found in repetition - solace in incremental growth.


Monday, September 5, 2011


Practice sometimes takes a different form.

But sweetness always follows.