Inspirations for "You'll never be alone again"

I've always loved to paint big. Although still relatively small to the sizes that i will be doing in the future....

This 36" x 48" canvas is a culmination of style wanderings within the last two years of my 36 year painting life. The shift began with the Radbowvision series at the beach house at Keiki beach. Where i started introducing all the colors of the rainbow with out it being too-Uni-corny. Another shift occured while i was painting on the deck of Buttons Kaluhiokalani's house. Patrick Parker was doing these little canvases where he'd painted the canvas black then brought out mid-tones and highlights. It was there where the studies and work developed and evolved into the "Universal Soul Series".

As mentioned in other notes on inspirations, there is always more than meets the eye.

This winter, we have hosted many fine artists here at the Plant Too Pupukea, worked on many collaborations and have exchanged a plethora of ideas. A few works have these paintings under my paintings. I believe the energy that was put down in these loose collaborations was an added sort of boot camp in brush strokes. Puns abound. Words were painted, hands got dirty in the mix. Fingernails were bloodied by zipper sounding scrapes, layers mixed in paint and blood. Twenty dollar bills inserted between layers in defiance toward our money system. So that 6k commish was now a $5,980.00 piece. A certain oxy-moronic freedom learned in light, vibrations, and color....and ignorance. Sometimes breeding nothing but a drunken.....mess of this muddied flagrant blurry waste of paint that needed to be cleaned off the floor....in semi-hangover mode. But hey, at least i ate as organic as possible while dirnking and smoking like i was in the 50's era. What will the landlord think? Luckily, the only complaint was that the bass to treble ratio needed to be cut.

"To lose one's self"....as in Hemingway, Steinbeck or Eminem.

People have always asked me about the war that comes with a blank canvas. I've never saw that or had the thought process that made me afraid of it...the blank canvas is one of the only places i feel most comfortable, secure, and hold moment to moment decision making. I've posted here on Facebook many things that~friends come up to me later to say that "i don't get what you are talking about". So, i like to kid back and say, "i don't either, so i must be on the right track".  Simply put, we are on this trail of surrender, no pre-edictated outcome to rely, exploration of our self, joy, and reciprocation. With a smile like you mean it strut. Tom Robbins wrote one of his characters to say "everybody has a hard-luck story". That statement has lead to other steady and subtle out comes in the things posted here on Facebook sometimes our only link to the outside world. These series (Radbowvision, Dream, and Universal Soul) coincide with a wandering.... of mind and paint. Some call it going off the deep end....i guess most call it that. Taking the paint and strokes to definitive blurriness and back. So again, yeah....about the painting....

"You will never be alone again...."

i look at these sometimes subtle seekings, blatant struggles, and flow of love going down all around me. I watch as information is passed between lighted phones, computer screens,....and people. Magic without the illusionistic smoke and mirrors, true magic. In a one love drive centimeter mile. Seeing swells hit the shore, listen as the winds barrel down Waimea valley in starship stealthness, rustling every treetop and plant on its wanderings toward the feathering lips exploding through the semi-permeable surfaces. Stars and clouds quiet-amazingly accurate in their relative slowly shifting journey. Energy, all energies. Primal & infinite. The challenging crashing wave like words and actions born of the forgiving calm and fierce temperatures which it was created. Silent vibrations beginning as thought seeds grown into music and vegetables. At the top of the work, a fetus head had appeared, face small, head large at center the Pineal gland. Out of the fetus' closed lips come the swirls of Fibonacci. With this painting, i set out to not delve into overdrive details, but to loosely form with colors, painting the light off its blank dark void. There are many questions that are asked in our quest of life and spiritual....paths. Seekings, Struggles, and Flows intangible. The title came before the painting in its underpainting stage, where i did a two step written painting. I wrote in paint all the frustrations and heartaches involved with Porkchops illness, passing, and going on without her until now. after i blacked out/blocked out the canvas, i wrote again words of realizations and wishes. "You will never be alone again" came from fully feeling the presence of source. The feeling of wholeness that can only be described as Love. The same love exchanged, the same love of self, which is all the same love without physicality. Not only our love of all that is physical...Our souls source....is always with us. so don't hold your breath, just breathe easy....when no one is around to say those dreamy three words, everything around is there to tell you so....

your life as a flower.

You my friend, are an angel too. You are always capable of helping someone else heal.....
We are all bridges. Connecting pathways over stale water, striding on solid ground through mid-air. Metaphoric bridges that carry us to the next scene of the nows we contemplate-as we move within and without. We sometimes measure time in the rushes and worry of being late. When we should be using the measurement of time to see the vastness of eternity. We are but a speck that we note to be a long and hard drawn out conundrum. As we enter this informational one. God. Your Source. Our Source. There is too much. too much to ask. too much to want. too much to eat, drink, too understand....comprehend.
Today, i woke in a very calm state of  surrender. Not of giving up, not of asking questions, not of want. there was only a cool breeze that made the chimes dance in a quiet song. Then i proceeded to pick a single Plumeria outside the front door, held it to my nose in respect, reverence, and rememberance. I went back to my bedroom and placed it next to Porkchop's picture. Two books sit there, a Bukowski and Rumi. i heard "read the Rumi, It's been a while." As of late,you see, i haven't laid much weight to the instantaneous answers that our intuitions give us....and yes, i do admit, at times, i've just said "fuckit it might be fun to just do the opposite!" ha. pity the fool...
So this time, without hesitation, i slid the Rumi out from under the short stack of the Bukowski. Whenever i open this Rumi Book, it seems to open to a page in the middle of a story or poem, rarely in the beginning. Then i go back to beginning. It opened in the middle of The sory of the King and the Handmaiden....I did a search to bring you a link to it-but came across this pdf from Afghansufi.com it breaks the story down into a less proverbially guessing kinda way. the book i read from this morning is The Essential Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks. So see what you can find on your search for the same translation.

So yeah, this post is just slice of insights on flow that i hope will help one person out here cross that metaphoric bridge by seeing we are all able to help others over it. Taking the first step involving
discipline to do so....

"When you feel gloomed over,
it's your failure to praise. Irreverence
and no discipline rob your soul of light."
-Rumi

On flow. I've both resisted and relented, then ultimately surrendered in my life so far. As of late have not exposed myself to outer influences that instill fear. Although some (well maybe a lot throughout my life) substance abuse had played a role in my fear factors and facilities. there is a certain "stoner's Luck" (God's will) that allows us to be....Happy, without, within...our will cut to our conscious decision.

Your life is a flower that buds, blooms, and withers. In realtime. know this as your time here is shorter than you might expect and contemplate. all your job is to hold rememberance, reverence, respect in constant gratitude as the continual prayer of your conscious being. In a desciplinary display of an athlete.  nothing else is more sacred to the One.....thoughts?

New Bio

Love to Paint!, and write, and sculpt. Take things to the extreme. 50 years young in 2013. As of late, i have been seeking ancient knowlege. It began when my father taught me how to draw at 5 years of age.  I took up painting at the time i learned to surf, i was 13.  Love has guided me to love. I have studied Art as a major and psychology as a minor.  I've sought museums and stared at masterpieces in my travels across the globe. I surround myself with great artists in the surf art genre. I live at The Plant Too, Pupukea, on the north shore of Oahu. My seeking is a curious continuum. I study how the Masters lay out their compositions and i find more to seek. Fibonacci sequence, Golden mean, Sacred Geometry are all that is involved. I am grateful for the experiences that are given in this paradise. I am one of a few artists that are born here in Hawaii. Eye La View, I love to Paint. Thank You. I am with you. I am You.

Where to begin.....????

Ok, here we go.....

Back to scribbles and gibberish.

It's been over 2 years without a laptop. Doing posts mainly from my iPhone. I pretty much set up this blog on it, through the help of others i've been able to have a limping start (which i have abandoned) on computers of dear friends. I sit here today in gratitude to the fine friends and family of 9th Wave Gallery. They gifted me this iPad thingy and after receiving my case and keyboard, i'm back....sorta, still getting used to the finites of an iPad not being a laptop.  

This last year has been one of progression. In my living situation, the art, and brain activity. The last progression-always in question.

We, Patrick Parker and i found this 3 bedroom house with an attached studio space. 

 The Plant Too Pupukea.
The art has been evolving since the Radbowvision series turned on....off of Black canvases. "Soul Most Known" being the first culmination of those studies. The Universal Soul Series to date...
A constant gardening of thoughts and wrought-Positive and negative in a Yin Yang hole whole.

So yeagh....Throughout this year of Blogging silence here, a closing off had happened simultaneously in my writing. As an artist, i began this true transparency of truth within my shares when Deborah got sick. I felt the sensations of being surrounded by loving and caring people (some i knew, some not). It was never a "wearing of my heart on the sleeve" mentality, more so, the sharing is to let people know that they are not alone in this speck in time of our human existence.
 This year has been a rad ride of erratic stumbles of public drunkenness and "pull yourself together for one last show" redemptions. Did i say, "grief is a bitch" yet? Between finding/meeting alive
Angels that Love, worry, care, and help me through this, it seems i have found my self more grateful each day, surrounded by solid friends....despite my quriks.
We are all succinctly aware of how our stock in happiness may rise and fall into depths unfathomable into the next moment or trivial opposition. I'm guessing at this moment in time, i'm just "here watching the wheels go round and round" to maybe reach the next one. One that can almost relate to their unique yet collective dream of ours, to get up in the proverbial morning and choose to be awake, or to be asleep...and it would be cool and fine to the next moment, next person, next angel, here or not.
Imagine with a grasp of the time is an illusion theory, that you indeed have in the grand scale of time itself-20 minutes. Twenty minutes with each human you meet. Twenty minutes of giving your best, coolest, you there is....imagine. You as well as the other humans know its twenty minutes that you have....

Now, the beginning for real....at least in my dream, Story.

    The juxtaposition of your dream and my dream.....a happy healing happening. When we come to understand that everyone has their own understandings, we find a calm state of an unhampered flow in our lives.
   So YEah, I'm a learnin' real good about all that is temporal.
   Our time here on earth, living is relatively minute-when compared to the time of mankind, then less to the age of the Earth and Universe. Time and the measurement of it in the Happy factor. Time well spent in the realm of HAppy without a smidgen of worry or dread stemmed from fear.

    We are Spirits that  occupy bodies...ha, i used "occupy'....

We have been taught many complicated things throughout our life, we sometimes are distracted by it all- then epiphanies happen. Usually for me, its been a flash of sparkling clarity that comes in a flash of a moment of "neow". Then, i think back and it has been said before in some age old saying that we all learned-but forgot. (and yes Neow is a word combining New with Now, a New Now. a Fb friend calls these words, Clarkisms)

    Some have imposed discipline and mix up others to submit.
 
Within, our own will is all we can control. Where our spirit lives and is just about all where will is properly supplied, implied and applied. It's the special place where physicality is not a viable part of any decisions in your forward momentum as a healing human being. Our spirits go beyond our bodies here. Every time world records in sports are surpassed, a first step is taken after people who were told they would never walk again, and yes, old dogs can learn new tricks.

    It's within a spark of a nano-second that big changes occur. Being open to that possibility is.... as possibility does.

    When i began this Blog i worried about context and form as if i had to be able to make sense and stay within the structure and boundaries of a book or novella. But, you know what? It is becoming an example in flow-of how life sometimes goes.....A SHARING of experiences and imagine nations within that nano-spark.
   In the movie Australia, there was scene where it was emphasized that all that mattered (in our lifetime in the here and now) is the "story of your lifetime". In watching many movies and deciding worthwhile or not, there are many that hold higher life lessons. Some-we relate to- then become attracted to-the one's that have exciting and interesting twists and turns. Movies that are formulated can be fun too, as are romantic comedies. All have components of Happy endings-which i'm finding are happy beginnings and forevers. The lessons learned here, are only a speck of understandings to what is ahead in the here after.

     "Art in Everything is Art"

"Everything" being our environment, chosen professions, everything physical and not. As big as Universally to our current social situations and our own will.
Noticing everything at certain points in time, that surrounds us in this life-time, is where inspiration happens. Being open and aware-brings you to the ever present possibility of the creative process in any endeavor while practicing a peeling away of any negative thought and replacing then with love and hopes of positive outcomes. Ok, back to painting.....






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It's Symphonic

all is one. As time is truly flying by faster through this 9th wave, Dr. Bronner had it right.
Faith and love is the main components in this time of awareness and time travel-Faith in yourself and all that is good and dandy. Faith in a "what's going to happen next?" kinda way. The "Doing" from Being that "does" from a loving heart for the good of all concerned.

As fashions and trends are cycled and recycled, we are now in a time of collective of thought. This school of thought that brings us nearer to our goals. The buzz word of Collective consciousness, universal laws, intent and spiritual growth.

We are all now Shamans in the way we can now communicate across the miles, look up virtually anything as fast as we might ponder a question. What is correct, true, and viable is up to us to decipher. The road is wide open. The knowledge base and choices growing everyday-at every moment.

So with all this information and misinformation, complications and redirection......a simplification is in order. LOVE. the generality, the whole, dissolve Fear with faith....find correction in the simplification of age old sayings....... and just Breathe....

Two dear friends, Heather Brown and Clark Little. With all they're success's,  have always been a support for me. In what would usually be a competitive atmosphere for most artists in the same genre, they've always shared word's that are helpful and positive. A multiplication of happiness and a full ignorance of negative thought seems to be how i have come to understand the gold of success. A succession of learning, rewiring, retraining, & reinventing of the brain not to entertain any negative thought.

There are so many positive variables to put our attentions to..... there is no sense in entertaining or perpetuating negatives. Just as we learn behaviors, unlearning takes time and practice. The Practice of Acceptance, Gratitude, and Love in Actions.....Without physicality. i see, in spirit i look at you.
Happy 2012 kids, Jus me, Sea-T

Slow Down the Pace....so i wrote this when it was flat...but today, its bombing....

The waves have been flat like one pancake.....along with the shift of population here on the North Shore of Oahu for the winter contest/photo opp. madness. Work has been the go-to-gig. Paint monkey paint! I moved the piece to Thom Madro's Gallery to work in public for it's completion.
"Energies" have been a focus for this painting, choosing to name it after its completion.
Yeah, sounds trippy, my so called science experiment in social interactions and how people emit vague yet certain vibrations that have an effect on those around them. I guess it has to do with the guessing....does a person's energy never die? I'm subscribing to it as i have been experiencing some very cool evidences of this-in action. Like i said...Trippy. No, i don't see dead people. Just focusing on the phenomenon of "good vibage Mang". It's proven as sure as math.

 i do think i feel them (people who have passed or are just too far away physically....i know you're thinking, OOOOOkay. "Nutjob"....naw,......"Artist". Maybe it's just my imagination generated by my studiobrain bleeding thoughts of a lost love.......it has not been lost in an energy sense.

Soooo, as i questioned the existence of our spirits, souls, & ghosts in the machine, my focus on spirituality has indefinitely also changed the direction of the art. The type and increments of energy gathered, released & realized.
The Art; a reminder of the physical senses. A semi-permanent record for posterity.
A breeze at my back in times of sorrow-comforts me often as it feels like her butterfly kisses on my shoulders when she used to stand behind me. Finding misplaced items after being frustrated asking for help-then finding it a moment later. The computer crashed because i'm not being diligent with my time.....a dime showing up in weirdest places at the most quieted of times to remind me....a song with the right words to explain or comfort in a song as if there is a line for me to hear at the right time....to keep going.
Seeing without eyes....our bodies are so amazingly made with auto functions and sensory systems. Try to imagine its power source-no batteries required.
In the same light speed of this very computer and how it connects us in cyberspace. With an open heart, our energies of thought are limitless. Our thoughts-the rope tied to manifestation by our actions. By choosing where our energies are focused-we experience, learn, & activate our wisdom. As i became aware of a few signs that light my proverbial path, each moment has become "square one" on the journey within..... both the physicality & mind set of now.

Okay. Now, We are all Artists in our chosen focus, a broad spectrum of miracles, large and small happen without us knowing sometimes- as we trip out on our car not starting or at a touchdown being scored. Holding calm focus lets us see without eyes-from the tips, of our thousands of nerve endings. Heightened awareness or just plain paying attention helps us to see these miracles happen. Over time, day to day, or moment to moment.

As a painter/sculptor, it's an easy relation while nurturing abilities to create something from nothing. Think about cooking a meal. The use of flavors and how those flavors are experienced. We are all artists in our chosen focus. All co-creators in different realms, we live and learn from and with our own teachings, understandings, and spirituality.

The statement "I am You" as a more accurate verbal description than "I love You". Physically we were all created and born in pretty much the same way. One example of spirituality, Jesus is God manifested to relate and relay to humanity. Other spiritual teachings relate to a bigger picture/source on an ethereal plane. An intangible intelligence (beyond our comprehension at this point in time) made you. When we look at each other, we are certainly looking at God or what ever you choose as a name for this intelligence. Everything we touch, smell, eat, feel, see, experience, man made or not has been created in some way that no one is truly positively knowing exactly how it all went down. We learn from each other, we take care of each other.

So Yeah, this painting....yeah note to self....Blog about the painting....

A series of events, meeting of minds, & warm hearts, have rebuilt my purpose and direction. We all have IT in us, and it is a remembering of all we already know. So this remembering is all that was in my mind while beginning the piece.

After Deborah passed, there were rainbows that appeared to comfort me at every corner i turned. Even at night when the clouds passed between the  Moon and I. So, i began to add every color of the rainbow to my color palette. I sought out desperately the truths of energy and light....I wanted to know and hold a solid understanding that her energy was definitely around.

This painting holds symbols of this journey up until this point in time.
The sky depicts a simultaneous day and night, a compressed view of connections of Earth and Sky, Fire and Water.
Teachings of the "Sacred Geometry", the flower of life. Teachings of Light and how we all are points of light energy to be shared and transposed, transported and transformed. Temporarily here on earth.....Whew, getting a little hippy here now you say?
Okayyyyy. Back to the painting. The Sky. Where we all have the relations of our physicality......

Wait this is a blog...not a book. This song  As by Stevie Wonder. sums up my painting.....
"Soul Most Known" 36 x 48 Original Acrylic on Canvas by ClarkTakashima2011