Live Art

“I opened a book and in I strode. Now nobody can find me. I've left my chair, my house, my road, My town and my world behind me.

I'm wearing the cloak, I've slipped on the ring, I've swallowed the magic potion. I've fought with a dragon, dined with a king And dived in a bottomless ocean.

I opened a book and made some friends. I shared their tears and laughter And followed their road with its bumps and bends To the happily ever after.

I finished my book and out I came. The cloak can no longer hide me. My chair and my house are just the same, But I have a book inside me.”

We played with the imaginary walls..

Freely..

Wabi-sabi

How you climb a mountain is more important than reaching the top.

Even if the world turns to mud

the lotus flower

will rise above

...there within the island garden small and jewel-like in the grove amidst kimono and the obi there's a peace the Shinto know muted colors placid faces the paper lanterns sway and glow the lords and ladies sit for hours where the lotus flowers grow

Niagara falls, Canada

“Running water without an end, 

going through places we never been, 

around the border, patient,

I could feel myself falling again”

Applelicious

Ka'an ich (Skies eyes)

return to nature

Contradiction  

Show me how to fly