Tuesday, November 28, 2017
Sunday, November 26, 2017
welcome to winter in Montreal
Slow but sure, winter gets going, a few episodes of wet snow, temperature drop, wind, a bit of thaw, more wet snow, at the beginning, Lohbado enjoyed the beautiful snow.
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Saturday, November 25, 2017
Close your eyes. Images, representations or reflections from a world swirl through the mind, along with emotions and memories. One notices some things but is oblivious to others. Most of what is happening is barely perceived and will quickly be forgotten. The mind could speculate and notice the endless network of causes and conditions, how things manifest in space and time, the ephemeral nature of human experience. One is born, matures, has ups and downs, gets old, sick, or has an accident and dies.
One could connect with the bigger picture, or stay enclosed within the restrictive boundaries of one's mental horizon, one's set of personal likes, dislikes or indifference. One could go beyond personality sometimes and celebrate the vibrant richness of the moment. In the vision of infinite nature, one doesn't have to be somebody doing something. Maybe the cosmos is a giant art project. What's beyond is unspeakable, inexpressible, unknowable. By virtue of understanding one's limitations one intuits something vast and profound.
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Friday, November 24, 2017
release into music
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Saturday, November 18, 2017
blood on the thumbs
Lohbado put bandaids on his thumbs before going for a walk. Due to carelessness, within 24 hours he cut both thumbs on sharp plastic objects.
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Friday, November 17, 2017
don't cry over spilled milk
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Thursday, November 16, 2017
the mystery of oneself
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Wednesday, November 15, 2017
confessions of Edgar
Monday, November 13, 2017
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Saturday, November 11, 2017
Friday, November 10, 2017
shock of first snow and cold wind
Shock stopped Lohbado in his tracks. He gazed in a mirror at various finite concepts about himself, various disguises, or facets of a personality which drifted in and out of focus. His existence was sparked over 60 years ago during a moment of passion, a sperm and egg, then 9 months gestation followed by the trauma of birth. His mother took good care of him until he was old enough to stumble into the world and join fellow travellers along the broad highway of existence from birth to death.
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Wednesday, November 8, 2017
Hootenanny Brasserie Beaubien Montreal
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Tuesday, November 7, 2017
On a back porch Malina did an autumn dance within a video frame.
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Saturday, November 4, 2017
During a radio show with friends, a meditation jingo surfaced, resting gently, which sounded like the name of a gentleman named Reston Gentry.
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Thursday, November 2, 2017
heat and luminosity
|acrylic on book pages|
Wednesday, November 1, 2017
at the temple of art
|acrylic on wood|
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