bird angel blog

I feel inspired like I want to explode with Johnny Cash deep texture paint folding and hardening into something so beautiful and distant and close like love itself.. but not dear sweet love.. hard and real and full of elusive feeling describing the strange attractor of being human… loveImage

Bakri ‘Id Hyderabad

when I was in Hyderabad..

 in the middle of the festival of Barkri ‘Id..

a festival where the Muslims celebrate Ibrahim’s willingness to sacrifice Ishmael..

but he doesn’t..

Allah intervenes and a goat is slaughtered
instead.. in Hyderabad..

there were goats everywhere

… 100 000 of them.. lining the street..

 seamlessly with people.. all over…

.. in/on laps just all over.. and it was

a beautiful visceral thing

humanity was seamless with the animal..

all aspects happened in front of your eyes..

the slaughter..

 the herding..

the boy leading

the goat.. sharing

a seat on an overloaded truck.. there was a goat…

not like here.. where the animals that serve us

for food.. don’t really exist

they are far away …

we see

them as neatly wrapped up things on supermarket shelves…

safely away

from our children.. we grow up



and it is not safe…

we need to know our animals again…

we are part them.. we are not

some separate thing .. …

and we need to share space and intimacy with them again..

so we can learn how to feel..


I = f (it) or [I (as in me) = function (all that is around me; i.e. ‘it’]

I / who? am excited

by all the occupants of

my brain

some I know.. 

some I don’t

some I see on

the streets

some are my friends.. 

I know them

they know me

it can get specific..

Cezanne was in my brain

while I was in India

Chagall was there for

my last painting

they / we are all

bit players in

my brain

it sometimes makes me

uncomfortable that

I am stealing but then

I AM them

and THEY are


as are you

and I me

(it’s all a matter of resolution)

theft in art.




meet some bit players that I know:



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