Art. This journey is about art. Also, I need to save my life. If I do not go out on this journey now, I will die. That is a sub-purpose, however; I do art whether any body I use survives or not. I will get many more years of life from this particular mortal shell … Continue reading “Purpose”
I have been trying to produce a clear list of goals for the 2026 Pacific Crest Trail trip. Typically when faced with a problem, I attack it. Win or lose, I win. If I win, I win. If I lose, I win because I now know how to win the next time. In that spirit, … Continue reading “The Journey Rules”
You are looking at a great view, like a canyon or a mountain range, the clouds or the stars, and someone says, “That makes me feel small.” Usually, they will have all this gooey wonder in their voice and say it like this, “Doesn’t that make you feel small?” No. Looking at something big does … Continue reading “Do You Feel Small When You Look At Something Big?”
This date last year, I was trying to get from Campo, CA, at the Mexican border, to Houser Creek, sixteen miles or so away, and I am not sure about the spelling. For four days, I could not get over one little mountain. I kept running out of water because was going so slow. My … Continue reading “Thinking Of The Pacific Crest Trail Again.”
They do not care what people think. Context delimits the meaning. When Cersei Lannister says it, she means she does dot give a damn about anything they think at all about anything, and certainly, she cares least about what they think of her. That is one extreme. Another, well, that might be wearing a giant … Continue reading “Some People Sometimes Say”
Except he would have been using wilder color. I got bored by wild color. I got bored by color entirely for the many years I took to using only ink washes and big brushes that came to points. My favorite brush cost sixty-five dollars. Every time I tried using a cheaper brush, I could not … Continue reading “The “Mature Monet” Style”
Like the wind my life cycles are. From one direction strongly for months then nothing, and then it goes another direction for many more months, stops, sputters, dies, and then starts in again with random flurries here and there, and then again at last from the same direction again persisting. Relentless. I am like that. … Continue reading “Art Again”