Tag Archives: My Life

2022 Graphic Journal page #11: Feb. 16 – Feb. 26

Posted on February 27, 2022 by randomyriad

Life in the Present is Always Transitional

Posted in All part of the process, banality of evil, Being Human, change, Chaos and Order, Collage, discovery and recovery, doodles, Drawing, mindworks, My Art, my life, paying attention, philosophy, Self-Experiments, thinking in words, whereever you go there you are, Works in Progress | Tagged , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Praise for the Gifts of this World

Posted on February 10, 2022 by randomyriad

Spring sent me a singing telegram This evening as I climbed from my car I heard the peepers in full chorus lifting the weariness from my spirit and smoothing the angry and unquiet wrinkles of 2 hours of taillights after … Continue reading →

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2022 Graphic Journal page #4 Jan. 4- Jan. 8

Posted on January 8, 2022 by randomyriad

Two Moments Inhabited

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2021 Graphic Journal #48: Nov. 20-Nov. 29

Posted on November 29, 2021 by randomyriad

Dream Science: Counting the Night

Posted in Abstraction, All part of the process, Collage, doodles, Drawing, Dreamtime, investigations of color, mindworks, My Art, my life, Self-Experiments, Works in Progress | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Life After the Fall

Posted on November 27, 2021 by randomyriad

FOR WHAT BINDS US There are names for what binds us:strong forces, weak forces.Look around, you can see them:the skin that forms in a half-empty cup,nails rusting into the places they join,joints dovetailed on their own weight.The way things stay … Continue reading →

Posted in All part of the process, anthropology, autumn, Being Human, change, delusions of progress, discovery and recovery, Geographies of Death, internal landscape, Loss and Leaving, mindworks, my life, Other peoples words, the end is the beginning, thinking in words, variations on a Theme, visions from the dark side | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment