[+]Aaroneous Monk[+]

  Tenaciously tinkering with the Karma Machine, making some adjustments, mostly small. — Actually listening when daydreaming comes more natu...

  1 Floating. 2 Paddling over an abyss. 3 Creativity is a flow  that you can ride, an ever-cresting wave.   4 Until the wave crashes  and th...

  The Captain of the Red Snapper is trapped, though once the trapper. Peering through a translucent eye ice upon ice is all he does spy. Div...

Seeing Kevin in a dream but Vincent is there too. The world transformed by their vision nearly blind - mentally ill but somehow   their hear...

  Some time in the recent past Elias has discovered Greta Van Fleet and come to enjoy their music which really surprises me.  He is not much...

  Inside the heart of the dreaming tree wondering at what is revealed to me. To feel the tilting and spin of the earth. To know being buried...

  Time to see  what is to be seen. To experience what has ever been. To know it truly  when sight is keen. Wisdom is full but foolishness le...

Sitting in the comfort of my desolation. A cushioned couch for my consolation. An inner world springs forth, my creation. Offered in awed s...

Prior to our current state of easily accessible art-making technology I was a frequent doodler.  It was something to pass the time in meetin...

She is an artist, a friend of a friend who was also an artist and also happened to be my godson.   I met her through him back in my college ...

  A dream: I handled the dirty dobie pad rotating it gingerly in my hand.  Someone had thrown it out, ignorant of its import.  What I had fo...

  The Blues sing to the soul in deep emotional hues. A transcendent force like  taking the stairs by twos. It is a melancholy medicine heali...

  My heart stays hidden   in a small brick tower  of fearful symmetry… …afraid to face a world that ignores my wishes  even if they are self...

Who can truly fathom the circumstances of life? With so many branching paths and soaring sorrows that appear to  accumulate and, sadly,  ...

Commuting in the city is a repetitive dream, a circle of stop and go, merge and diverge, wish and wait. A necessary evil when you don...