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1. Auschwitz in America
Yesterday I learned that on the 15th of April a 91 year old Auschwitz survivor named Gina, died in her apartment on the lower east side of Manhattan. Since they both worked at the same advertising agency, she had become a very close friend of my mother's whilst living in New York City, back in the 1960s and 70s. The frayed threads of shared war stories, escaping the bombs, the tanks, the Nazi nightmare... helped heal or should I say manage their ever-smoldering memories. They became 'best sisters', the most trusting and loyal of friends. Both women, short in stature but so strong in spirit, leaned on one another through all the unforseeable trials and tribulations that came with their lofty dreams, for peaceful and prosperous lives, away from the abhorrent theater of war. Sometimes when Gina would accompany my mother in the late afternoon to pick me up from grade school, their unharnessed smiles, their radiant joy in simply seeing me, had me sense that I was more than a son or a schoolboy. Later, I better realized that I was their secret trophy for having made it across- their bridge of hope, in America. Subliminally, I suppose that because of the recent violent manifestations hinged on the white supremecy movement, I came to wonder about Gina and if I could reconnect with her. It had been nearly twenty years since we last saw one another. To my surprise, In an instant I had found numerous references on the internet to my angel aunty. Why? Because countless news agencies covered the story about how she had been mugged late last year. Some desperate woman had thrown Gina down to the ground as she attempted to steal her purse. She did sustain injuries and was taken to the hospital but, of course, the assailant was unsuccessful in winning her belongings or her pride. The attacker picked on the wrong lady- a lioness. Gina Zuckerman not only escaped twice from the concentration camp as a girl, leaving behind her entire family to perish, but she was an incredibly kind, funny, humble and graceful woman. At only four feet eleven inches, she stood very very tall. Yes, that is how I remember her, a gentle giant. In fact, the video of her describing the violent ordeal, attests that her warm, delighfully animated and forgiving character had not changed one bit. Nor had her courage and zest for life. I can't lie. It would have been more than nice to look into her sprite eyes once more. However, I find great relief that since Gina died this past April, she was saved from bearing witness to the grim reminder of man at his worst, in America. E
Yesterday I learned that on the 15th of April a 91 year old Auschwitz survivor named Gina, died in her apartment on the lower east side of Manhattan. Since they both worked at the same advertising agency, she had become a very close friend of my mother's whilst living in New York City, back in the 1960s and 70s. The frayed threads of shared war stories, escaping the bombs, the tanks, the Nazi nightmare... helped heal or should I say manage their ever-smoldering memories. They became 'best sisters', the most trusting and loyal of friends. Both women, short in stature but so strong in spirit, leaned on one another through all the unforseeable trials and tribulations that came with their lofty dreams, for peaceful and prosperous lives, away from the abhorrent theater of war. Sometimes when Gina would accompany my mother in the late afternoon to pick me up from grade school, their unharnessed smiles, their radiant joy in simply seeing me, had me sense that I was more than a son or a schoolboy. Later, I better realized that I was their secret trophy for having made it across- their bridge of hope, in America. Subliminally, I suppose that because of the recent violent manifestations hinged on the white supremecy movement, I came to wonder about Gina and if I could reconnect with her. It had been nearly twenty years since we last saw one another. To my surprise, In an instant I had found numerous references on the internet to my angel aunty. Why? Because countless news agencies covered the story about how she had been mugged late last year. Some desperate woman had thrown Gina down to the ground as she attempted to steal her purse. She did sustain injuries and was taken to the hospital but, of course, the assailant was unsuccessful in winning her belongings or her pride. The attacker picked on the wrong lady- a lioness. Gina Zuckerman not only escaped twice from the concentration camp as a girl, leaving behind her entire family to perish, but she was an incredibly kind, funny, humble and graceful woman. At only four feet eleven inches, she stood very very tall. Yes, that is how I remember her, a gentle giant. In fact, the video of her describing the violent ordeal, attests that her warm, delighfully animated and forgiving character had not changed one bit. Nor had her courage and zest for life. I can't lie. It would have been more than nice to look into her sprite eyes once more. However, I find great relief that since Gina died this past April, she was saved from bearing witness to the grim reminder of man at his worst, in America. E
2. From a short distance, one man watched another rolling down the sidewalk in his motorized wheelchair. The chair bound person appeared anything but restrained as he ported a great big smile and an unharnessed laugh. His lively energy seemed to transmit like light itself, bouncing off his accompanying friend, the walls of buildings, cars... everything and everybody that passed an eye. Like a circus lion, the watcher felt trapped, locked in a cage, having to recognize that there was no space for denial or time for delay, for it was evident that the gap between themselves was far greater than just two meters. E
3. The Scoop of Ice Cream
Been feeling really 'off' these past few days. So dizzy. Could not figure out why. I considered dehydration, WiFi disturbance, celestial alignment, -rump... Since, I recently completed successful physical exams, the extreme disorientation was even more baffling. Hmm... what could have been making me feel so unwantingly inebriated? Truth be told, I was somewhat amused by the effect of a spinning Eiffel Tower but I didn't remember it that way and began to feel very concerned for those dining at Le Jules Verne. So, I told a few people about my symptoms, hoping that they would be able to suggest the cause or a simple antidote. Of course my recent series of rather traumatic dental surgeries, along with the associated medications, also had to be considered as the root of my problem. However, I stopped the meds almost at the onset of the dreadful wooziness. So, that didn't seem to be a likely link, either. Well, you may be glad to know that as of this afternoon, it appears that I have finally uncovered the truly disturbing, madening mystery. After a wobbly, daring walk along the Seine, I made an unorthodox stop to satisfy a sudden alien-like craving. It was very non-vegan of me but I had an intense feeling that this was a dietary exception that had to be investigated. Hence, I rolled the proverbial dice and ordered, a three scoop-cup of ice cream from Amorino's. Note, with the 'Grand Cup' selection (only 6 euros), the customer also gets a key-chain sized sugar cone placed daintily atop of his or her cream. Just one more reason to plan your trip to France? Or, perhaps it costs less in Italy? In any case, within only a few minutes after finishing off the cup o' decadence, holy stillness returned. Hallelujah! I and Gustave's tower stopped making like a toy top. Yes, to my surprise, it seems that I have been experiencing a serious case of hypoglycemia. Wow, if you have never had it, watch-out! It can creep-up on you like a snake or a Cistercian monk. As a result, I have subsequently been doing some research on the subject of sugar, insulin... this evening. Fair to say, I have also been inviting the powers of positive visualization, imagining the possibility of just one more run to Amorino tomorrow. Let's just call it an extended window of opportunity. Still, E
Been feeling really 'off' these past few days. So dizzy. Could not figure out why. I considered dehydration, WiFi disturbance, celestial alignment, -rump... Since, I recently completed successful physical exams, the extreme disorientation was even more baffling. Hmm... what could have been making me feel so unwantingly inebriated? Truth be told, I was somewhat amused by the effect of a spinning Eiffel Tower but I didn't remember it that way and began to feel very concerned for those dining at Le Jules Verne. So, I told a few people about my symptoms, hoping that they would be able to suggest the cause or a simple antidote. Of course my recent series of rather traumatic dental surgeries, along with the associated medications, also had to be considered as the root of my problem. However, I stopped the meds almost at the onset of the dreadful wooziness. So, that didn't seem to be a likely link, either. Well, you may be glad to know that as of this afternoon, it appears that I have finally uncovered the truly disturbing, madening mystery. After a wobbly, daring walk along the Seine, I made an unorthodox stop to satisfy a sudden alien-like craving. It was very non-vegan of me but I had an intense feeling that this was a dietary exception that had to be investigated. Hence, I rolled the proverbial dice and ordered, a three scoop-cup of ice cream from Amorino's. Note, with the 'Grand Cup' selection (only 6 euros), the customer also gets a key-chain sized sugar cone placed daintily atop of his or her cream. Just one more reason to plan your trip to France? Or, perhaps it costs less in Italy? In any case, within only a few minutes after finishing off the cup o' decadence, holy stillness returned. Hallelujah! I and Gustave's tower stopped making like a toy top. Yes, to my surprise, it seems that I have been experiencing a serious case of hypoglycemia. Wow, if you have never had it, watch-out! It can creep-up on you like a snake or a Cistercian monk. As a result, I have subsequently been doing some research on the subject of sugar, insulin... this evening. Fair to say, I have also been inviting the powers of positive visualization, imagining the possibility of just one more run to Amorino tomorrow. Let's just call it an extended window of opportunity. Still, E
4. * Excerpt from a letter, 'The Table is Set to Scribble' *
I would just like for you to know that I am not disturbed in a negative way. Yes, my dental woes do linger, however, by the half century mark, one comes to realize that the process of reinvention and rejuvenation is typically uncomfortable. Ask any caterpillar. Still, I have become aware that earlier I wrote to you inside of a sort of square-shaped bubble, one that filled with misty misery and steaming surrender. Fatigue and permeating pain, slicing my jaw and humbled brain, surely contributed to the edgy lack of eloquence on my part. I am sorry for that. Fortunately, however, as bubbles are sure to float, they are sure to burst as well, as that one did. So I simply want to clarify that, in essence, I am feeling strongly moved to take clear and decisive action, regarding professional and personal pursuits. Whilst burgeoning ideas and unmanifested desires dangle off the limbs of life’s desirous tree, those fruits require some area to manifest.
For seemingly eons, it is this respite of distance that I and billions have sought to invent, to manufacture with such misguided, moppy-minds. Only to, at some point of exhaustion, come to recognize that allowance, not a mighty marteau, is the worthier of tools to behold. This recent visit to Paris has not boxed me in a billowing, stinky scent of regret. However, as a result of the unforeseen deviation and since several hot suns have now past over, I can better see how my writing project, a long desired trek, has once again begun to slip under the shadows of childhood doubts - daemons. May this dreadful cloak not usurp or suppress any mounting appetite that my heartened pen and tongue remains prepared and wanting to birth. If in the end, I may only scribble a handful of well-intended ideas, ones that can merit some moments of attention, and one-day, even a trophied headstone tucked away in Père Lachaise, I shall surely transcend unto a soft cloud.
From within the intimate confines of summer blazing walls, where my thoughts ricochet to and fro, from a peasant’s wishful perch, one that overlooks sprawling emerald hills, white mountain caps as well as never-ending valleys left unmapped, I can fathom nothing more satisfying at this juncture than to navigate and interpret the annals of all the unmeasured sweet and sour breaths I have taken in thus far. Yes, I have come to witness an available space. A place that is not for lease or sale. It is alien to all of that and so it is spared from the drumming of clocks and doom. It is an unearthly bar that invites sobering awareness and where happy hour is but a joke, for that well has no limit. As the saying goes, 'The table is set.' It is time to pull-out my chair, sit and eat with fervor, finally. Lest the mind deprive not a hungry soul. I trust that this expression rings clear to you personally and plants a good notion about the alchemical possibilities for you, me and humankind. With deep appreciation for the light and many bridges you have thus far knowingly and unknowingly lead me to. E~
I would just like for you to know that I am not disturbed in a negative way. Yes, my dental woes do linger, however, by the half century mark, one comes to realize that the process of reinvention and rejuvenation is typically uncomfortable. Ask any caterpillar. Still, I have become aware that earlier I wrote to you inside of a sort of square-shaped bubble, one that filled with misty misery and steaming surrender. Fatigue and permeating pain, slicing my jaw and humbled brain, surely contributed to the edgy lack of eloquence on my part. I am sorry for that. Fortunately, however, as bubbles are sure to float, they are sure to burst as well, as that one did. So I simply want to clarify that, in essence, I am feeling strongly moved to take clear and decisive action, regarding professional and personal pursuits. Whilst burgeoning ideas and unmanifested desires dangle off the limbs of life’s desirous tree, those fruits require some area to manifest.
For seemingly eons, it is this respite of distance that I and billions have sought to invent, to manufacture with such misguided, moppy-minds. Only to, at some point of exhaustion, come to recognize that allowance, not a mighty marteau, is the worthier of tools to behold. This recent visit to Paris has not boxed me in a billowing, stinky scent of regret. However, as a result of the unforeseen deviation and since several hot suns have now past over, I can better see how my writing project, a long desired trek, has once again begun to slip under the shadows of childhood doubts - daemons. May this dreadful cloak not usurp or suppress any mounting appetite that my heartened pen and tongue remains prepared and wanting to birth. If in the end, I may only scribble a handful of well-intended ideas, ones that can merit some moments of attention, and one-day, even a trophied headstone tucked away in Père Lachaise, I shall surely transcend unto a soft cloud.
From within the intimate confines of summer blazing walls, where my thoughts ricochet to and fro, from a peasant’s wishful perch, one that overlooks sprawling emerald hills, white mountain caps as well as never-ending valleys left unmapped, I can fathom nothing more satisfying at this juncture than to navigate and interpret the annals of all the unmeasured sweet and sour breaths I have taken in thus far. Yes, I have come to witness an available space. A place that is not for lease or sale. It is alien to all of that and so it is spared from the drumming of clocks and doom. It is an unearthly bar that invites sobering awareness and where happy hour is but a joke, for that well has no limit. As the saying goes, 'The table is set.' It is time to pull-out my chair, sit and eat with fervor, finally. Lest the mind deprive not a hungry soul. I trust that this expression rings clear to you personally and plants a good notion about the alchemical possibilities for you, me and humankind. With deep appreciation for the light and many bridges you have thus far knowingly and unknowingly lead me to. E~
5. Eternal Youth1/28/2017A scent and smile to live by Here in Vevey, rain, snow or shine the farmers' market and tiny antique fair (brocante) takes place every Tuesday and Saturday morning. Friendly, warm vibes from the merchants, locals and visitors typically do a good job at offsetting winter's sometimes terribly frigid temperatures. Today's weather was extra-forgiving and user-friendly. So, I ventured outside and unexpectedly purchased some home harvested and made lavendar balm and oil. The merchant was a delighful, soft-spoken middle-aged French woman. With a twinkle of pride and a few photos, she described her high-altitude farm and presented evidence of her hand-picking flora for processing. Then, she explained that she has been religiously attending the Vevey market for many a year, even though she has to drive all the way from Valence, a three-hour mountainous voyage. It's a city that is part of the Drome region, renowned for its never-ending fields of lavendar and acclaimed for its organically grown commercial farming. After a fairly long but enjoyable exchange, I quickly left the outdoor market to give both ambrosial items as a gift. The recipient? The poised, pretty and always pleasant front desk manager who works at the hostel where I have been staying. I must say that one of the unforeseen gains at staying in these accomodations has been the rejuvenated sense of (clear throat) eternal youth! Well, she and the general manager have helped me out so much by offering the vacant/studio space where I have been working in and thensome. One of a few miracles that, in large part, revealed themselves this past Christmas eve. The unfailing cherry atop all of their gestures of support has been the authentic caring, ready to help smile that they have greeted me with each and everyday. The general manager's wife is expecting to deliver a boy sometime next week. Lucky lad, he shall be. Yes, sometimes, a miracle can appear before us like a technicolored hot air balloon, as it just begins to lift off the turf. Conversely, sometimes they can seem to be oh so vague or coy or even scared to be witnessed, like a stray dog in hiding. "Here miracle! Come-out come-out wherever you are!" Well, my lodging, at the well hosted hostel and in Vevey, has clearly been anything but monochromatic, vague or uncertain in meaning. Actually, the story that connects to this city goes back nearly ten years ago, with my early fascinations of Austrian artists Egon Schiele, Oskar Kokoshka and a fire-red haired ninety year old lady named Zita. I, however, shall leave that tale for another occasion. For now, my Swiss report is simply aimed at reminding us all that still there are fields of lavendar and still there are cherried smiles to be found and given freely. May such heavenly acknowledgements bring forth a rainbow of magnificent balloons and allow our earthly minds to accept the abundance of our awaiting miracles. E
The Pride and The Princess- learn to see successfully11/25/2016
Behind every desirable pretty 'picture' is a jungle of beings attuned to your every move. Are you well aware of what lies in the shadows of the object or person you desire, support or otherwise? When the mind is tired or uncontrollably scattered, lost in the woods, it is all too common to act with limited information and prudent perspective. Remember your honed mind is not always leading the trek you seek. Sensations have a rambunctuous child-like intelligence and capacity of their own. When they gain the opportunity to overrun a weakened consciousness, they will cease the 'house' with bullish behavior and expose it to possible jeopardy. Like night vision goggles, through the study and practice of meditation you will discover the power of silence and patience. These assets are integral to success, more than a laptop or even company website. They will equip an individual or company to see beyond URLs, through obscurity, and ensure the safe and sound progression towards personal and professional aims. Remember, in business or the mysteries of a forest you may find the magic of an alluring flower or pretty and fair princess. You may, however, also pay the price for disturbing a lion's pride. Practice due dilligence and learn to see successfully. Investigate the entire picture of your projects with piercing eyes and prudent patience.
Baronsky
Behind every desirable pretty 'picture' is a jungle of beings attuned to your every move. Are you well aware of what lies in the shadows of the object or person you desire, support or otherwise? When the mind is tired or uncontrollably scattered, lost in the woods, it is all too common to act with limited information and prudent perspective. Remember your honed mind is not always leading the trek you seek. Sensations have a rambunctuous child-like intelligence and capacity of their own. When they gain the opportunity to overrun a weakened consciousness, they will cease the 'house' with bullish behavior and expose it to possible jeopardy. Like night vision goggles, through the study and practice of meditation you will discover the power of silence and patience. These assets are integral to success, more than a laptop or even company website. They will equip an individual or company to see beyond URLs, through obscurity, and ensure the safe and sound progression towards personal and professional aims. Remember, in business or the mysteries of a forest you may find the magic of an alluring flower or pretty and fair princess. You may, however, also pay the price for disturbing a lion's pride. Practice due dilligence and learn to see successfully. Investigate the entire picture of your projects with piercing eyes and prudent patience.
Baronsky
WHAT ARE YOU?
10/1/2016What does 'being an American' mean today?
This planet would be far better off if its tenants ceased using highly generalized, artificial concepts of nation, to segregate themselves, like one football team from another. Why on earth can't humans be loyal to and fans of the world? Answer: because that way wouldn't serve the power hungry/ruling minority. Hence, the beat, I mean, the programming goes on. Surprisingly, the unfurling of this campaign's rippling absurdity may lead to the fashioning of a new and more worthwhile notion of freedom and fraternity. May the mop-heads meltdown to their core so that we may start anew. E
10/1/2016What does 'being an American' mean today?
This planet would be far better off if its tenants ceased using highly generalized, artificial concepts of nation, to segregate themselves, like one football team from another. Why on earth can't humans be loyal to and fans of the world? Answer: because that way wouldn't serve the power hungry/ruling minority. Hence, the beat, I mean, the programming goes on. Surprisingly, the unfurling of this campaign's rippling absurdity may lead to the fashioning of a new and more worthwhile notion of freedom and fraternity. May the mop-heads meltdown to their core so that we may start anew. E
Ignoring
4/8/2016Do not ignore the homeless, the sick, the wealthy, the poor, strangers, friends, people in need, enemies, family, colleagues, competitors, assistants, the 'bag person' at your supermarket... anybody. When a being calls your name, serves or reaches out for you to collaborate in any manner, a gift is being offered for you to grow and evolve. Especially if that being seeks your assistance/support.There is one thing that I am 100% certain about regarding life on earth and that is, all beings are to acknowledge and learn how to communicate wholly, truthfully, effectively, compassionately and lovingly with one another. This is the daily mission at hand for each and every earthly spirit. In this age of technology, there is no excuse for ignoring. Communication may, for whatever reason, not be immediate, however, it must be. It must take place and not be denied regardless of length, thoroughness or eloquence.
So open your hearts, minds, mouths and hand-held devices if necessary. Put an end to one of the greatest divisive, destructive and dangerous dilemmas on this planet today. Ignoring is an act of war towards oneself and others that can ultimately only foster individual and collective ignorance, impotence and isolation of all beings on earth. E~
4/8/2016Do not ignore the homeless, the sick, the wealthy, the poor, strangers, friends, people in need, enemies, family, colleagues, competitors, assistants, the 'bag person' at your supermarket... anybody. When a being calls your name, serves or reaches out for you to collaborate in any manner, a gift is being offered for you to grow and evolve. Especially if that being seeks your assistance/support.There is one thing that I am 100% certain about regarding life on earth and that is, all beings are to acknowledge and learn how to communicate wholly, truthfully, effectively, compassionately and lovingly with one another. This is the daily mission at hand for each and every earthly spirit. In this age of technology, there is no excuse for ignoring. Communication may, for whatever reason, not be immediate, however, it must be. It must take place and not be denied regardless of length, thoroughness or eloquence.
So open your hearts, minds, mouths and hand-held devices if necessary. Put an end to one of the greatest divisive, destructive and dangerous dilemmas on this planet today. Ignoring is an act of war towards oneself and others that can ultimately only foster individual and collective ignorance, impotence and isolation of all beings on earth. E~
Beholden Eyes
3/31/2016
Some seeds shall sprout and some take deeper root in grace, good intent, faith, laughter, and unimaginable surprise. Together, may we walk in this generous garden with the gaze of beholden eyes.
3/31/2016
Some seeds shall sprout and some take deeper root in grace, good intent, faith, laughter, and unimaginable surprise. Together, may we walk in this generous garden with the gaze of beholden eyes.
The Producer is You
3/25/2016
When all the talented artists and skilled technicians cease working like media mercenaries, on productions or projects that significantly counter man’s harmonious relationship with the universe, the dumbing down of society will significantly diminish. Only then will humanity have a fighting chance at making genuinely mindful, not sensorial, choices that lead to its greatest productivity, security, lasting peace and happiness. Until this occurs, however, the essence of these states of being will continue to be drowned by the cunning, Machiavellian digital din that increasingly dopes the decision making process of all demographics, ushering all beings farther and farther down into the dungeon of drunken delusion and debilitating despair. Lest we forget, ignore or deny the power and purpose we in media behold. Evaluate the reins that rest in the palms of your blessed hands. May you use them in an enlightened way, to steer your career over inconvenient hurdles and onto a purposeful path. Look to produce not just crafty but compassionate media that will lift your soul and light the world's futur e.
3/25/2016
When all the talented artists and skilled technicians cease working like media mercenaries, on productions or projects that significantly counter man’s harmonious relationship with the universe, the dumbing down of society will significantly diminish. Only then will humanity have a fighting chance at making genuinely mindful, not sensorial, choices that lead to its greatest productivity, security, lasting peace and happiness. Until this occurs, however, the essence of these states of being will continue to be drowned by the cunning, Machiavellian digital din that increasingly dopes the decision making process of all demographics, ushering all beings farther and farther down into the dungeon of drunken delusion and debilitating despair. Lest we forget, ignore or deny the power and purpose we in media behold. Evaluate the reins that rest in the palms of your blessed hands. May you use them in an enlightened way, to steer your career over inconvenient hurdles and onto a purposeful path. Look to produce not just crafty but compassionate media that will lift your soul and light the world's futur e.
A Mighty Mix of Americana
3/9/2016
There was some illusive notion that he would find or make his way back into the mighty mix of Americana. However, like a blind man who straddles the splintered wood of a bygone merry-go-round whilst attempting to blend an ingenious cocktail, the tall glass of technicolor dreams had only left him scowling at the bitter taste of sadness. What once filled the drawers of that soul's earnest desires, had evaporated somewhere outside, into the deafening vacuum of space, leaving behind the cracked skeleton of a boy, abandoned in the fairy-filled fields of fairytales. E
3/9/2016
There was some illusive notion that he would find or make his way back into the mighty mix of Americana. However, like a blind man who straddles the splintered wood of a bygone merry-go-round whilst attempting to blend an ingenious cocktail, the tall glass of technicolor dreams had only left him scowling at the bitter taste of sadness. What once filled the drawers of that soul's earnest desires, had evaporated somewhere outside, into the deafening vacuum of space, leaving behind the cracked skeleton of a boy, abandoned in the fairy-filled fields of fairytales. E
Surprise2/5/2016
This pic is from one of my favorite exhibits ever in the south of France. 2013 I believe. I had wonderful, unforgettable interaction with the many people who came. The hall was just adjacent to a church in a medieval village, so I knew that, for the entire two weeks, the big G factor would be extra potent smile emoticon
Now, I know that some of you may be scratching your heads when looking at this painting in the foreground... but know that I totally loved making it and HA, it sold... to a most charming French couple nonethless. Note that most of my work in Europe went to follks from Nordic countries who had second homes near the Cote d'Azur. We especially looove Danemark and Norway!
So yes, as I aim to convey in my work, there is always hope and colorful surprise for all of us in all that we do! E
This pic is from one of my favorite exhibits ever in the south of France. 2013 I believe. I had wonderful, unforgettable interaction with the many people who came. The hall was just adjacent to a church in a medieval village, so I knew that, for the entire two weeks, the big G factor would be extra potent smile emoticon
Now, I know that some of you may be scratching your heads when looking at this painting in the foreground... but know that I totally loved making it and HA, it sold... to a most charming French couple nonethless. Note that most of my work in Europe went to follks from Nordic countries who had second homes near the Cote d'Azur. We especially looove Danemark and Norway!
So yes, as I aim to convey in my work, there is always hope and colorful surprise for all of us in all that we do! E
Your gift is
12/25/2015
We have all known birth and death. We have also witnessed people resurrect themselves from all degrees of hardships. It instills inspiration and reason for celebration, continuing.... And, it is a most precious unwrapped gift to be given the opportunity to help another do so.
Loving blessings to all. E
12/25/2015
We have all known birth and death. We have also witnessed people resurrect themselves from all degrees of hardships. It instills inspiration and reason for celebration, continuing.... And, it is a most precious unwrapped gift to be given the opportunity to help another do so.
Loving blessings to all. E
An Authentic Shine12/15/2015
from scrubbing come sparkles, these past two road-trips have been amazingly difficult and fruitful. someday i'll get back to those books concerning money, meaning and maddening miracles... i really hope so. for now, however, here's to lots more scrubbing! may we all appreciate an authenticate shin e.
from scrubbing come sparkles, these past two road-trips have been amazingly difficult and fruitful. someday i'll get back to those books concerning money, meaning and maddening miracles... i really hope so. for now, however, here's to lots more scrubbing! may we all appreciate an authenticate shin e.
The Power to Pause and say 'No'7/26/2015
Sometimes we are lured by situations that on the surface appear to be desirable, especially if they provide immediate resolution and gratification. Beware, for that is when the sensorial craving mechanism revs super-high and baits the mind to yet another duel. Patterns and predictability are highly pleasurable and sought after phenomena for the senses as they bolster the illusion of eternity on the physical plane. When the mind is kept clean and holy/wholly conscious, however, the spirit's instinctual voice remains robust, unperturbed and uncompromised. Hence, the harmonious hierarchal order of existence, that being spirit/mind/body, stays inline, intact and empowered by its original intentional design. This configuration permits the universe's energy to literally flow through us with least opposition, fueling more complete manifestations of our unique potential. As a result, one important benefit is in retaining the ability to say 'no' to others or situations that do not support our greatest good. There is no substitute or more peaceful yet powerful exercise than proactive patience and perseverance.
Image: Baronsky- 'Transpositions' (one of diptych)- Mixed Media- 18x18in- 2011
Sometimes we are lured by situations that on the surface appear to be desirable, especially if they provide immediate resolution and gratification. Beware, for that is when the sensorial craving mechanism revs super-high and baits the mind to yet another duel. Patterns and predictability are highly pleasurable and sought after phenomena for the senses as they bolster the illusion of eternity on the physical plane. When the mind is kept clean and holy/wholly conscious, however, the spirit's instinctual voice remains robust, unperturbed and uncompromised. Hence, the harmonious hierarchal order of existence, that being spirit/mind/body, stays inline, intact and empowered by its original intentional design. This configuration permits the universe's energy to literally flow through us with least opposition, fueling more complete manifestations of our unique potential. As a result, one important benefit is in retaining the ability to say 'no' to others or situations that do not support our greatest good. There is no substitute or more peaceful yet powerful exercise than proactive patience and perseverance.
Image: Baronsky- 'Transpositions' (one of diptych)- Mixed Media- 18x18in- 2011
The Stakes are High- No Practice, No Yield
4/29/2015
I don't believe we ever gain. We neither gain or lose. To measure things, actions or people (including ourselves) is to self-appoint oneself as Creator and judge one thing more or less important than the other. Instead, I believe that it is wiser to interpret all human experiences equanomously so that our evolution is realized in a manner that is consistent with a universe that is constantly looking to express its magnificent potential through all beings. The key is to learn how to override our 500 million year old fear-based reptillian brain. In order to free oneself from the archaic programming of modern Homo sapiens and even Neandertals, each individual must turn within to experientially rediscover their purest spiritual nature. In effect, this process returns the mind to the status of 'Chief Engineer' and the spirit as 'Captain of the Ship'. The programming of lack and limitation that the Cro- Magnons for instance had more reason to develop and be concerned about than us, their decadent decedents in this 21st century, can gradually be altered and upgraded whereby the circus of hyper-sensations and notions of scarcity, that drive cravings and aversions, significantly dissipate. A life of spiritual (not religious) mindfulness and meditation will carry the childlike whining sensations so far downstream that they will no longer interrupt our functioning and impede our intentions from being realized. As a result, one lives a life that is all good, always. An existence that is peaceful, joyful and allowed to reveal its most unique potential. Stress, worry... misery eventually vanish leaving only happiness, confidence, compassion and blissful peace. Remember, there is no yield for any idea or intention that is not diligently practiced.
E
4/29/2015
I don't believe we ever gain. We neither gain or lose. To measure things, actions or people (including ourselves) is to self-appoint oneself as Creator and judge one thing more or less important than the other. Instead, I believe that it is wiser to interpret all human experiences equanomously so that our evolution is realized in a manner that is consistent with a universe that is constantly looking to express its magnificent potential through all beings. The key is to learn how to override our 500 million year old fear-based reptillian brain. In order to free oneself from the archaic programming of modern Homo sapiens and even Neandertals, each individual must turn within to experientially rediscover their purest spiritual nature. In effect, this process returns the mind to the status of 'Chief Engineer' and the spirit as 'Captain of the Ship'. The programming of lack and limitation that the Cro- Magnons for instance had more reason to develop and be concerned about than us, their decadent decedents in this 21st century, can gradually be altered and upgraded whereby the circus of hyper-sensations and notions of scarcity, that drive cravings and aversions, significantly dissipate. A life of spiritual (not religious) mindfulness and meditation will carry the childlike whining sensations so far downstream that they will no longer interrupt our functioning and impede our intentions from being realized. As a result, one lives a life that is all good, always. An existence that is peaceful, joyful and allowed to reveal its most unique potential. Stress, worry... misery eventually vanish leaving only happiness, confidence, compassion and blissful peace. Remember, there is no yield for any idea or intention that is not diligently practiced.
E
ONE DAY
2/13/2015There are no new days. There is only one day... magnificent and everlasting!
Open your eyes to it in reflection of the sun, with a pure awareness of limitless possibility. Allow your smile, your self, to rise untethered to the bounds of gravity, grief and disbelief. There is SO MUCH awaiting and available to us when we are curious. Follow those dreams. Surrender the chains. Soar above the clouds and dreary rain. Allow the 'muchness' to lift your spirit, up high, to the top of the mountain, the mountains... all of them! There, where you will reunite with the golden light, your true essence.
And yes it is golden :)
E
2/13/2015There are no new days. There is only one day... magnificent and everlasting!
Open your eyes to it in reflection of the sun, with a pure awareness of limitless possibility. Allow your smile, your self, to rise untethered to the bounds of gravity, grief and disbelief. There is SO MUCH awaiting and available to us when we are curious. Follow those dreams. Surrender the chains. Soar above the clouds and dreary rain. Allow the 'muchness' to lift your spirit, up high, to the top of the mountain, the mountains... all of them! There, where you will reunite with the golden light, your true essence.
And yes it is golden :)
E
Moving forward, sort of2/5/2015
A comparison from seven years ago, the last time I was here in Santa Monica.
During these first ten days back in Santa Monica I have noticed more retail stores of every sort, more vegan restaurants, more efficient vehicles (especially the Toyota, Prius model), more buildings and stylish 'industrial' architecture, more dog owner friendly areas for pooches to poop on the sidewalk, more yoga centers, and more homeless peopl e.
A comparison from seven years ago, the last time I was here in Santa Monica.
During these first ten days back in Santa Monica I have noticed more retail stores of every sort, more vegan restaurants, more efficient vehicles (especially the Toyota, Prius model), more buildings and stylish 'industrial' architecture, more dog owner friendly areas for pooches to poop on the sidewalk, more yoga centers, and more homeless peopl e.
Fields of Beauty2/5/2015
No being is born bored. Boredom is not an emotional state, that is representative of life's origin and purposeful design. This is why the mind recognizes this curious character as alien and undesirable. The phenomenon becomes apparent and dominant only when the brain is not properly exercised.
Activity is necessary, however, only the kind that is rooted in good intention will empower a person with enduring physical and mental strength that can deliver and support a meaningful existence. Anything other wastes breath, potential energy and precious time. Should the pattern of inactivity develop and increase, the human sensory system will run-amok and ultimately turn on itself in order to serve its unique function exclusively and not for the greater good.
Such storms of selfishness slowly sabotage the brain, bringing it to its knees. Like a childish coup d'etat, the senses override the leader by constructing physiological distractions, gaps and barriers that impede internal communication and processing, normal functioning. In so doing, the spirit is rendered ineffective, compromised at acting on its innate will to do good. The breath of life becomes suppressed and ultimately suffocates to the pointless point of banality.
May we recognize the sorcery of senseless senses so to prevent boredom and promote life, that which bounces boundlessly in the eternal fields of beauty.
E
No being is born bored. Boredom is not an emotional state, that is representative of life's origin and purposeful design. This is why the mind recognizes this curious character as alien and undesirable. The phenomenon becomes apparent and dominant only when the brain is not properly exercised.
Activity is necessary, however, only the kind that is rooted in good intention will empower a person with enduring physical and mental strength that can deliver and support a meaningful existence. Anything other wastes breath, potential energy and precious time. Should the pattern of inactivity develop and increase, the human sensory system will run-amok and ultimately turn on itself in order to serve its unique function exclusively and not for the greater good.
Such storms of selfishness slowly sabotage the brain, bringing it to its knees. Like a childish coup d'etat, the senses override the leader by constructing physiological distractions, gaps and barriers that impede internal communication and processing, normal functioning. In so doing, the spirit is rendered ineffective, compromised at acting on its innate will to do good. The breath of life becomes suppressed and ultimately suffocates to the pointless point of banality.
May we recognize the sorcery of senseless senses so to prevent boredom and promote life, that which bounces boundlessly in the eternal fields of beauty.
E