In “The Life and Art of Josan” (Wade Rosen Publishing) there is a drawing in which a dragon is hovering above a makeshift raft and the text reads: “Oh! You thought it was the raft upon which you would be crossing? Ho, no! When the time comes for you to cross, the Dragon will take you himself, upon his back.” In order to change, one must be ready to accept real loss. But, how can one make oneself ready for real loss?
April 30, 2009
A Wagon-Load of Roses
April 29, 2009
Liberation!
Life is nothing, after all, but that water through which the spirit-fish swims.
April 28, 2009
Immune From the Condition
We all need, sometimes, in austere black and white, to be reminded of the verities.
Uncoupled From Judgment
Artists dwell here for such time as they are innocent; and lovers–for such time as they are fortunate.
April 27, 2009
Spirit Biography
All art is based in those souls with whom we dwell. Those souls who dwell within us. All insight is shared insight. All other is self.
(An embarrassment of riches).April 26, 2009
To Say Goodbye
It is a difficult thing to say goodbye to the beloved with whom one has shared so much, in whose patience one has so much grown, by whose hand one has been so irreversibly transformed.
April 25, 2009
The Wilderness
Art and revolution go together like childhood and innocence. Like green tea and mint. Like sorrow and desire.
April 22, 2009
The old imponderables are still the best imponderables.April 19, 2009
New Washed To the Far Shore
Usually, I would be ashamed to draw tears. I mean, I don’t mind weeping them, but to draw them seems shameless. On the other hand, it is not unusual for any displaced person, arriving after long travel at the cross-over point between the old world and the new, to feel a little overwhelmed with anxiety and gratitude.
