Ink / pen paper

29.7 x 21.0 cm 11.69 x 8.27 in

2024

Meaning does not stay still long enough to be captured.

“To be— The living echoes a name.

A word is absence.” Language attempts to stabilize what is fundamentally in motion.

The second something is named, the second something is understood, it already begins mutating into another form. “An apple seems meaningful.

I guess it just came to mind.

So was it always meant to be?” Perhaps meaning itself is metamorphosis. perhaps meaning already exists before it is noticed.

Every return becomes something else.

Not because anything changes, but because you change.

The same form reorganizes itself through different states of awareness. “A knowing felt long before its born.

Of its presence aware, I waited, warm fruition.” Recognition arrives as remembrance.

Laika may only be a symbol of the nature of meaning itself.

A future interpretation waiting to arrive.

Perhaps what is seen becomes alive through what is projected into it.

Alive because it is everlastingly impermanent.

Forever unfolding.

A knowing felt long before it's born, A love into my life was sworn.

Of your presence unaware, I waited - warm fruition.

When first I saw you, tender fields of honey, I held you - You were mine, so sunny.

No hesitation, Nor time for interpretation .

You - a whisper upon my intuition.

My little Snoopy, Fluffy plush dreams divine.

Ears droopy, Soft lamb's breath in the moonlight shine.

My little puppy - I kiss your wet nose, A gentle embrace of the doting lupine.

We played in the snow when everything froze.

This love of ours is simple, and it glows.