January 4, 2024

First contemplation for 2024: The last year. Jesus is anticipated to come again this year.

Beautiful blue, a meta color: the controller, the mover, the motivator. Love.

January 6, 2024

Teeth biting into a slab of granite, cracking and breaking, chewing on the stone, disintegrating the teeth, the self-image deconstructing.

The fragments arrange themselves in the air, in the water, unruly, unsurely, in irregular handmade rows of paint.

If hell is a personal reality, a selfish reality where only I make the rules, I would keep wanting to wake up, like I did this morning, out of disturbing dreams.

I could not find my apartment, my room, No. 3, until I looked up. There, I saw my room number on a label next to the door. How was I going to sleep on a vertical floor? I panicked and woke up.

This is such a beautiful blue.

My teeth, me, stretched out awkwardly into rows and columns, into an eternity where there is no time, where all of me manifests simultaneously, like frames for an animation in time.

I reach out, trying to touch the back of myself.

My self turns around to face me.

I finally see my gaze.

And fall in love.

The surface bends, stretches, buckles, and bulges.

All of me at once.

Five fingers, five toes, my whole body a five-pointed star (2 hands, 2 feet, 1 head) = five. My extremities ending in five. The extremities of my extension in this world ending in five.

Where is the boundary between me and not me?

I am an artist from balls to bones.

Body, soul, and spirit: each frame seems to be made of three. I became satisfied with the surface when there appeared three layers intertwining.

I am a walking Van Gogh cliché.

Observe animation, highlight points of interest with slow motion, rewind, repetition.