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CSL Files 217, [2.03] After thought

Posted in Cabo San Lucas, Celebrations, Depression, Grief, Living, Lulu Island, Music, OCD, Pain, Richmond, The Path with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on February 14, 2010 by Erikakw

“They say the Irish are head strong. But I prefer to say heart strong. I’ve never been to Ireland but my name, Maude-Regan is pure Irish! I figure that is why I always have little ditties playing in my head that I want to rhyme together into lyrics because I can hear music playing buried deep inside from ancestors past. I think there is physical genetic rendering, music is in the Irish”

My after thought is: music and love go together they are of the same substance. That’s why people fall in deeper love when they remember a song connected to a particular memory of meeting a special someone. You may fall in love with a person, fall in love with your work, or the geography and culture of where you live.

In studying physics I have come to understand the most important thing is to embrace contradiction and chaos. Since we would rather move away from c & c like a magnet in the opposite direction the interesting thing is, if we pay close attention—we are drawn back to the thing we are moving away from.

“Know that I’m not talking about erotic, romantic love but the substance, the matter in you and me that keeps us living and taking breaths everyday that drives you like an olympic athlete to the gold

When I came home from Cabo San Lucas I began to notice fear and anxiety loosening its hold on me. I accepted my perceived failures with new found delight and recycled all the past with the present to make something new

I guess that’s what love can do turn things old to new”

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exhume

Posted in 21st century, Alchemy, Apprentice, Art, Chronos, Industry, Kairos, La amistad, Lara Croft, Living, Metallurgy, Poetry, Steveston, Story, The Compound, The Fraser River, The Path, Trade, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 22, 2009 by Erikakw

metal-sculpture-mccullagh.orgmetal scratch inside my head

I want only to go to bed

anger the rivulet into

the River
up and out of me

I seek to exhume you

balance is balance is starting

beginning again
over and over always forever

if you clamp down control

on a vice it will treat you

not very nice

you will want to stay inside a cave and spend your day having a shave

the mirror will be your best friend all said and done in the end—you see the dragon beast is real and he’ll do all and evrything to steal

fear mongers come out to play

the best way to deal is look and stay acknowledge the bugger is real straight in the eye face it trace it keep circling back

remember: you learned to ride when you were only five keep doing the shaky wobbly later today you’ll be upright on two wheels

better yet one

after you have afternoon tea and cookies you will see feel touch noticeable relief it will be ‘cuz you stood still then refused to back down

your spine column will be there you’ll have come home to yourself

and no one else

Gaze at Goodness

Posted in Apprentice, Art, Artists, Celebrations, Kairos, La amistad, Living, Poetry, Steveston, Story, The Path, The Wild, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 15, 2009 by Erikakw

If you keep

looking

at Goodness

you can’t help

but remain

open to

possibilities

Do not turn your

gaze elsewhere

For if you do

it will be like

Hallowe’en

All kinds of ghosts

goblins demons

and creatures

will assail you

It will be later

and you’ll have

spent a long time

mucking about in ditches

Stay away from that

narrow channel in the ground

Eventually you will be found

in the light

walking along upright

as you gaze at Goodness

terminado

Posted in Alberto Replanski, Apprentice, Art, Artists, Celebrations, La amistad, Steveston, Story with tags , , , , , , , , , on September 9, 2009 by Erikakw
Photo Credit: Danielle Hebert

Photo Credit: Danielle Hebert

done terminado fini complete

when your life was done I was undone I remember it all so quickly—so vividly your finish wrecked havoc

threw us into a sphere that we knew not

friends became friends and enemies

misunderstanding took over gone was the master

I will always remember your goodness to me in my life I point to your steadiness, your masterly ways that brought out the best in each of us at Living Stone Studio

I look adelante

Ever forward that is what you wanted that is what you understood for the artist “to make your way as you go”

In memory of Alberto

“Me gustaria ser pintor”

Posted in Alberto Replanski, Apprentice, Art, Living, Steveston, Story, The Compound, The Fraser River, The Path, The Wild, Writing with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 7, 2009 by Erikakw
Living Stone Studio

Living Stone Studio

We come to the studio to rest and make art….it is not a sausage factory!

~Alberto Replanski

It is a kind of luxury to have a ‘place of one’s own’ to create, to take time to make art. As artists often we have a driving need to produce. If we have not made anything lately we feel unhappy or worse like fakes.

So we go to the studio to make things.

To susurrar our own intentions, our own truth of where we are in our art making for better or worse can free us from a self imposed exile. Riding the wave of the creative spirit is a perilous el viaje at times.

It is like being on a small raft that you’ve fashioned out of raw materials that you are not sure is going to hold together, you are floating down the fast and furious Fraser.

You have no shelter no protection. Absolute energy is mandatory to navigate uncharted currents. The elements can be friend or foe at any given moment. It’s unbelievably exhilarating and hell at the same time.

You gravitate to it and then you correr (run) away from it as rapidly as you can. Welcome to the artist’s life.

studio

Posted in Apprentice, Art, Artists, Celebrations, Chronos, Kairos, Living, Poetry, Steveston, Story, The Compound, The Fraser River, The Path with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 5, 2009 by Erikakw

I once met a longshoreman who was done with boredom he lived in three cities at the river by the sea

Inside a studio adorned with fountains a place where you will see the lovely distant mountains

He waited there until the salmon were in season then promptly moved out so I could live in Steveston

As fate would have it

Posted in Celebrations, Fisher folk, Industry, La amistad, Living, Steveston, Story, The Compound, The Fraser River, The Path with tags , , , , , , , , on July 29, 2009 by Erikakw

some of us were lucky we found our hearts down by the river in time

others left their’s behind they were found on the shore with various pieces of debris which had washed up from the river

there was sadness cuz he knew they had forgotton or lost them so the River Walker went to the Buck and had a few looking to find those ones who were true

Photo credit: kaboodle.com

Photo credit: kaboodle.com

in the gathering there was one or two who recalled a better time ~ suddenly a hush came over them and with that another round ~ “life is good said the River Walker slapping them on the backs, he exclaimed F—k yeah! I wouldn’t have it any other way and I think you guys would agree with me so let’s drink up and enjoy the day ‘cuz I have a feeling it’s easy to go the other way, if you catch my drift – LOL”

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