up over head.

Instantly as the writer begins writing, he becomes a split subject. With the intention of designing text to materialize a mindful reality or the reality embedded in one’s imagination—the writer, unconsciously, becomes removed from the writing self who exists in the physical state and sense of reality. The only way the writer’s presence can be confirmed is by the superficiality of the paper product that has been inscribed with language—therefore acting as evidence of the writer having written his self into existence. However, what persona was speaking—what character fell from the mind and onto the page? The writer’s Self or Other? Is one real and one dreamt? By meditating over memory, time and existence, I illuminated the mystery of reality. My intention is not to provide an answer—for that would be one shade of truth—but to raise awareness toward truths: multiple eyes perceive a reality, fact is a fabrication of the mind’s memory, one dreams his self while he is his self and if one becomes his other he still is being his certain self. Remember when the eye shuts, reality exists without us and when the ear does not hear, not everyone stopped until we would listen. [for art festival]



words soon. after the leave and return of travels there is always multitudes of stimulus to select and write on or from. the experiences within the days moved like movies--once anything reaches my mind and instills a reaction, i see i have instantly begun translating it into a story. there have been conversations with such striking sentences that need to be isolated as individual quotes (and for that alone, i automatically feel more fulfilled; yet it confirms that quality companions of admiration should be ever present for producing art--life lived in love is a continuous surge to make a documentation of the couple's newly discovered reality). there has been impossible dreams dreamt at night that i have experienced after waking. there has been the willingness, readiness and interest to write on and from love--to become committed to my relationship with romance. i get overwhelmed and find that i wait until the carnival of life can steady itself and be processed, if possible.