Category Archives: Being Human

2021 Graphic Journal #22: June 28- July 4

Posted on July 4, 2021 by randomyriad

Exit Strategy #1: Excavation

Posted in Abstraction, All part of the process, anthropology, Being Human, bodyworks, Fools Journey, Geographies of Death, hidden places, internal landscape, investigations of color, Loss and Leaving, My Art, my life, the end is the beginning, Works in Progress | Tagged , , , , | Leave a comment

2021 Graphic Journal #21: June 14-27

Posted on June 28, 2021 by randomyriad

ADVANCED ENTRY: navigating familiar environments in extraordinary circumstances

Posted in Abstraction, All part of the process, Being Human, bodyworks, capturing light, change, Chaos and Order, Collage, delusions of progress, developing relationships, discovery and recovery, doodles, Drawing, Family, Fools Journey, Geographies of Death, investigations of color, Loss and Leaving, mindworks, My Art, my life, Other peoples words, visions from the dark side, whereever you go there you are, Works in Progress | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

2021 Graphic Journal #16: May 4- May 17

Posted on May 18, 2021 by randomyriad

Entangled Lives

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The Power of the Unnoticed, Integral and Incremental

Posted on May 13, 2021 by randomyriad

I am done with great things and big things with great institutions and big success. And I am for those tiny, invisible, molecular moral forces that work from individual to individual through the crannies of the world like so many … Continue reading →

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My Friend Asha told me about 2 Deaths

Posted on May 10, 2021 by randomyriad

Asha told me about her father dying in India: “My father was killed in a car accident. A truck ran into his car and ripped off the top. There are no driving laws in India. The truck driver ran away. … Continue reading →

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