Saturday, December 28, 2013
Here's Captain Dream, not wearing his uniform, during the last week of December. When not on duty, he stops dreaming long enough to stop, look and listen. Sometimes perceptions and resulting mental sensations are more bizarre while awake than while dreaming. Dreaming has a way of softening rough edges, unless maybe if it's a nightmare or claustrophobic dream. Captain Dream mastered the art of lucid dreaming. When the dreaming gets agonizing, he has the ability to flip it into a pleasurable scenario.
He could literally begin a dream in a crowded store and dissolve the scenario into a relaxing afternoon in the northern forest. He could lounge on a rock overlooking a stream and gaze into the distance. He could dream about how earth was before it got polluted and damaged.
Friday, December 27, 2013
Wednesday, December 25, 2013
|drawing and photocopy by Lohbado|
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Monday, December 23, 2013
Friday, December 20, 2013
Thursday, December 19, 2013
|not in use|
After a week of being sick, or not in use, Lohbado is now back in use. Taking time off to be sick allowed time to contemplate life and death. Not much Lohbado could say about death... What do you mean by death? What is the technical meaning of death?
One's body becomes a corpse. What happens after that is outside the realm of life. Whatever Lohbado could say only took place in the land of the living. If he could "be" dead, then he would not be dead, he'd be alive, because with death, there's no being, or at least, no self-centred being or identity. Other living beings could see the corpse and describe it. Is there mental activity in a corpse? Poke the corpse with a needle and see if the corpse yells "ouch" or flinches in pain. The corpse is an object that has lost ability to perform bodily functions.
Whenever Lohbado tried to imagine death, his mind blanked out. His thoughts could not exist independently of a physical, living reality. You could test the mind/body connection. Drink a few beers. See how that affects your thinking. Watch a scary movie, have a nap. Examine your mind in various situations.
Don't get carried away. It's better to say less than to say too much. Sickness made his mind hop around like a flea.
Thursday, December 12, 2013
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Monday, December 9, 2013
Saturday, December 7, 2013
It felt like a battle with the flu or whatever. The actual sickness was an external force that invaded and took over the body, creating pain and suffering. The sickness felt like a physical opponent, gripping a host by the throat, kicking him in the head and in the stomach, twisting his limbs out of joint, jumping up and down on his chest.
Lohbado fought back, tossing and turning, coughing and sneezing, gasping for air, trembling and thirsty. He fought against losing consciousness. He rallied his forces to expel the invading virus.
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Lohbado figured Joe and he would be united in sickness and in death, until health parted them. That's from the wedding jingle. Does anyone take weddings seriously? I'm so out of the loop. I don't know anymore. I'm not certain about anything. The only thing I'm sure about is my name.
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Enough fluid flowed from Lohbado's nostrils to wax the floor of a gymnasium. Clouds of wet particles coughed up from his lungs, enough to properly humidify a tropical green house... Thick gobs stronger than crazy glue leapt from his burning throat. Lohbado received the virus from a relay of coughers and sneezers, originating in some damp, cold place.
Monday, December 2, 2013
|acrylic on page from math book|
|acrylic on photograph|
Lohbado went to an island in an arctic sea, a region of peace and quiet, far from the machinery of regulation and standardization. A person could stand on a rock and gaze all day towards hills on the horizon. One could look into pools, or walk to the edge of salt water and let the mind be free of worry.
|voice from a grate|
|behold the glory of Oogah|