Sunday, 18 December 2011


horse hair paintbrush
like loaded milk pelt


tasting aura
golden strands


breaking the virgin snow
gala shoes


colour and wind in unison


consciousness experienced received


divine pleasures / divination to self




x





Saturday, 3 December 2011

zazen

there is a zen
    to this mess

everything is a lie
  and
    nothing forever truth

we may
turn to dust / shooting stars


the sunshine falls slanted
glass beads over a deep blue



x

Monday, 21 November 2011

Sunday, 20 November 2011

Late November


 The white sun
like a moth
on a string
circles the southpole.


A. R. Ammons, Late November

Micro Mix / Syllabaesthesia


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"The effect was that of a single human voice surrounded and echoed by the syllables of nature."
- Wade Davis, One River
This mixtape is a collection of contemporary music that recalls the sensations and  Icaros of an Ayahuasca ceremony. The songs have been put on one single continuous mp3.

Popol Vuh
Cocteau Twins
Dead Can Dance
Tangerine Dream
Jin Hi Kim
Deuter
Robbie Basho
Julianna Barwick
Neu!

Monday, 7 November 2011

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Sunday, 9 October 2011

Thursday, 29 September 2011

Micro Mix / Grass Jam

 

Stretching out on the grass and grooves. Vintage folk, and German folk synth eastern fusion. 
Cover Art by Keith Catton 
(this is a slightly different version then uploaded prior to Nov)

Popol Vuh
Agitation Free
Erkin Koray
Amon Duul II
Voice Of The Seven Woods
Deuter
J.K. & Co.
Roger Rodier
Anne Briggs
Robbie Basho
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Micro Mix / Flying With Falcor


Twelve song mix inspired by the Fantasia flight scene in The Neverending Story. Composed of German ambient groups also known as Krautrock, and its influence. Not only is the spacey music quite suiting, but the book was written by a German fellow and published in 1979, which is around the time that the first German pioneers of ambient started experimenting with electronic soundscapes. Set on Shuffle for a choose your own adventure.
p.s.....this is for dreamers.

Tangerine Dream
Neu!
Cluster
Loscil
Spoons
Deaf Center
Zodiac Free Arts Club
Harmonia
Animal Collective
Brian Eno
Caethua
Cocteau Twins


Thursday, 1 September 2011

The Dreamers Drum


Thank You, Brenda Mason of Sandy Lake. for your wisdom, stories, and friendship.

The deep sound of the drum did travel. Projecting a dream catching web along its moonlit hide surface, like a contained shadow theater.
A hooting owl across the bay, a rattle behind me, and hiding inside the webbed drum; a neon yellow spider.


Thanks Dad; for never thinking I was too young to run around the yard with my glowing  fire stick.

Wednesday, 31 August 2011

......i will see you on the road, my friends



(from a beautiful song of unknown origin)

Thursday, 18 August 2011

Friday, 12 August 2011

Lives of Women
link
chrysttalized performance century
by lost kingdom stasis
when metamorphosis shattering
lost dreams dawn



x

Thursday, 28 July 2011

in the mines of our bodies
    empty nightmares snap

/lost convulsing glaciers

lost flooding circumference matter
drums link ear fill
tree containing Gogh chrysalis


 fled the creator / build flashlight



 x

Tuesday, 26 July 2011

The Hiker's Flag (2011)



The Hiker's Flag
Wool, Hitchhiker's, Wood staff cleaned by Beaver. Leather

An emblem pattern made of hitchhiker burrs, holding to wool; as it would during a hike. The wood staff was pulled from a creek, and has been chewed clean by a beaver.

The Hiker's Flag is a comment on the strange concept of ownership of land from natures point of view. The Flag can be contradictory to History how Flags have been used to mark territories. Or it can be seen as some kind of nationalism of nature, that Nature doesn't have it's own voice and should be better represented and protected.

Friday, 15 July 2011

Robbie Basho - Visions of the Country

Homage to Basho's Country

leather tooled teardrops
fires to melt the rain
ballet pianos banshee howls
steel string skipping stones
descriptions of the immaterial / by blind poets
edging the summit echo to hold the heavens

Keith Catton

hear
 stone / bone /  stick   I guess you had to have been there...     

Tuesday, 12 July 2011

L. Speed 1913

Despite enjoying minimalism, often an object will find its way onto my shelf, though its original purpose is of no interest to me.
The category these curios fall into is Inspiration.
A book kept not for the words, but for the cover. Like this book a friend of mine pulled out randomly, from in between one of thousands upon thousands, in an old used book store.
Stacks of books created thin pathways along tattered Persian rugs, towering bookcases to the ceiling; books unidentifiable and unreachable.
When I gazed upon the cover, it gave me a sense of miraculous disbelief, how could such strangeness exist in the context of the world it came from.
It was dreamed and somebody believed, now a boy rides a giant bat, holding his fantastical quill & journal. Embossed in gold on the cover of a book in 1913. From time to time it sits in my hands heavily, then gives me the shivers, that possibilities inspire.


Illustrations by L.Speed {1913}

Illustrations by L.Speed {1913}

Wednesday, 6 July 2011


My open spirituality comes mostly from Nature. I came upon this scene while looking for wildflowers, it definitely appeared to be a framed tree in the shape of a cross. An interesting amalgamation. I needed a photograph and the clearest perspective was indeed found while crouching low, toward the earth.

Monday, 4 July 2011

Fall/Winter/Spring/Summer


Fall/Winter/Spring/Summer






Wild Flower Arrangements

    Three early summer wild flower arrangements from the woodlands.




Saturday, 2 July 2011

A thick fog subdued the Canada day fireworks, then was suffocated by a major thunderstorm. The Thunderbird came down from Amneki Mountain, to remind us what Thunder Bay fireworks are. I heard the lightning’s whip travel from distant blocks like giant dominoes hitting each other, creating a ripple in the foundations, to arrive under my feet and carry on down the land. Everything became microscopic.

Sunday, 26 June 2011


We left the hospital to walk through the forest in the heavy rainfall; the kind that pelts your skin. Two blue gowns frolicking in the muddy deep green, sensations fully awakened after the sterility of the ward. Our hair dripped with cool water, blue patient gowns soaked through. Upon returning to my room, I stripped myself of wet cloth, and began drawing this moment from memory.
For days I lived inside that illustration, there was a world that was created, and with every graphite stroke raindrop it became more of a home.


afternoons residing flowers


A little creeping light
creeps about in the night

hunts in the huge dark
a little room for a spark

the dark is without surprise
it knows by a thousands eyes

eyes without body or breath
and always there, like death

watching the upstart light
hunt its place in the night


“A Little Light”
- George Johnston 

Tee Harbor / Summer 2010

Dusk's ominous transforming clouds approached to announce the adjoining storm. To the steady crash crash crashing of the late tide, and read aloud Moomin tales. I crossed to the peninsulas opposite side to witness cloud forms of a dead man laying on his side. Then stayed up all night watching the lighting fizzle inside electric plumes. Ive noticed when there is possibility of storms, the clouds have appeared as horrific things, like ghost tall ships, and skeletal horses. Its as if they are apart of a traveling realm. The central cloud in this photo was reminiscent a scythe chopping through the sky toward us.