a short compilation of things that have no exact explanation, though my mind is unremittingly devoured by (which was in a particular list order, but is now not):

1. the cosmos.
2. death (the state of being dead and human relationship with death— not the cause of death..unless it’s really bizarre)
3. love.
4. dreaming.
5. the feeling i get when i listen to the blues, leonard cohen, or joanna newsom (especially during a giant thunderstorm).
6. the affect the moon possesses within me.
7. how my lovely little cat has the ability to create such a fowl smelling disaster within her litter-box.
8. magritte.
9. deep connections.
10. the power of written letters.
11. the feeling of emptiness.

i’ll stop at eleven. because that’s the number i’m most drawn to (no, not because it’s my birthday number—though, that is a nice plus). i do things in eleven a lot. but subtly. especially in my art. i was never going to tell anybody that, but oh well. now you can look for it. not that anybody really reads this, though. it’s also a master number (numerology, if it interests you).


mmm, some rain just rolled in.