Flight of the Monk

I bought this painting after spending a day with Michael Phelps, in January, 2009, not long after the miracle his-hundred-thousandths-of-a-second gave us, for me this master plan of the universe, to put on the ultimate show, was a moment of global unity. except, of course, those monks getting chopped to pieces in Lhasa and other […]

elephants are small, really

it’s normal to perceive the universe in forms we humans can accommodate, where elephants are big creatures, and we, relatively small, but big at the same time, if we are staring at a twirling sparrow when asking the question. one day this painting stumbled into me, and i sat down on the steps, for perhaps […]

and then, no more

she was never going to leave me, and i was never going to leave her, she’s gone now, and i am too, lost, i mean, has anybody seen me? she wrote me a poem once, “Ghost dance and I am there, on the plains, as in my dreams, as i was, brown skin in sun, […]