As we are slowly ushered into the new era some are waiting for the end (December 21 last day on the Mayan calendar) – these days I suppose I may also be guilty of this with all the nihilism that has been going around like a virus through my system. Is there any hope for society and human beings? This is a very good question, one that can only be answered by stating that hope is a false sense of security, but it sure feels good sometimes to pretend that there is not only security in our lives/world, but also control.
If you are one who feels like you have control, think again, you have responsibility. Responsibility to act, to inform yourself, to do everything yourself. You are responsible! The world is not going to hold your hand while you are waiting to find “control.” Too bad it doesn’t work this way. Of course this has turned into more of an end of the year jaded rant in which I am writing as I somehow just sorted out that I can write blog entries on the go on my iPhone, sorry smart phone. Apple does not need anymore plugs!
This is a little all over the place, but what do you want when I have not written since August, or I guess what do I want. Who is actually asking the question? That is the real question. Consciousness, will humanity begin to embrace some consciousness evolution or just continue to grow through our technology and narcissism? Some seem to think we are going to be ushered into a golden age as we are, fucking obviously, in a dark age now. So what do you think? And before you answer that who is it that is thinking?
In closing here is a photo of a painting I am working on, really free expressionism here, no goal and staying with using gravity to ground the viewer as well as the paint. Bringing us to the ground, where we always dwell. I can go on and on….but this was supposed to be in closing.
So I am going to do a little post along with the photo posted previous. I want to write something very profound and wonderful about my grandfather (Pa) but I do feel that the photo should do this all on its own. An amazing story my grandfather’s and one that I will tell someday, but I don’t think today is the day. We will just start/end it with; he was born in a chicken coup in Central Saskatchewan, dead of winter, in the year 1921…
Straight outta Zoolander, good ol Blue Steel. Kali Olive has many faces, although fairly rare in my observation, Blue Steel has now been caught by the lens!
This is my beautiful baby daughter Kali Olive Evans. Born March, 25, 2011. She is such a sweet girl, when she is not screaming, or pooping, peeing, or puking on me. But what a great awakening to care for another little life, and what an honour and sense of Dharma.
Since every once in a while we need to take some time out for ourselves and without the time to process or post photos, I have taken a little time today to do so. Also thanks to my brother-in-law I was able to borrow his 85mm Nikon 1.8 which is a nice little prime I have used in the past. Here are a few shots I took a couple of weeks ago that I just posted on Flickr and will post here as well…Enjoy, and there is a ton of stuff to go through in the next while so look forward to some more macro, abstract, darkness and light painting coming your way in the near future!
So I have apparently lapsed yet again in the blogging area. I have in turn finally found an office in Downtown Lethbridge to which I have now painted and also turned an adjacent room into a studio of sorts. Looks pretty good at the moment a few more things and Im good to go. Just to find some clients now…Marketing is really not my thing, but I suppose I will have to learn pretty quick here. And on that note. Here are the flowers (again, go to the flickr icon at the top right if you would like to see them larger):