“Nowadays most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one’s mistakes.” – Oscar Wilde
Play it Again, Saraswati
This is my painted interpretation of the Ganges River in Varanasi, India, a holy place in the Hindu religion where people make pilgrimages to die and be reborn in another form. I like the idea of reincarnation – the idea that you can live a life of mistakes and still have another chance at getting it right. I also like the idea that I can summarize the beliefs of an entire religion in one sentence. I’m pretty sure that the ability to do that (more…)
On Second Thought
I saw these girls in India, preparing to perform a ritual dance with urns of fire balanced on their heads and my first thought was, “That’s a painting waiting to happen!” Actually, that was my second thought. My first was, “These girls are on fire, boy! I bet I can light up this room, too! Just give me a pole to dance on and break out the dolla-dolla bills, y’all!” But I’m a seventeen year-old boy trapped in a body twice his age. Wisdom gained through years of painful experience has taught me to refrain from expressing my initial thoughts aloud. (more…)
No Fun. Not Ever.
As a kid, I thought that all the fun things in life started with “No.” No running, no jumping, no diving. I spent my half-naked Texas summers being cruelly reminded, no shoes, no shirt, no service. As I got older, things didn’t change much: no swearing, no talking, no spitting. And let’s face it, as I got even older the song remained the same and became more depressing: just say no, no sex before marriage, no minors allowed. Leaving my “no”-filled youth behind (more…)
You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire.
– Charles Bukowski
I’m always intrigued by the spectacle that surrounds religions. I’m speaking generally, of course; and generally speaking, religion has been the mother of pageantry.† It seems that no matter what the religion, people around the world are enchanted by the spectacle it can present. And what I’m fascinated by in places like Indonesia, Thailand, Nepal or India is (more…)
Maturity is a bitter disappointment for which no remedy exists
I’ve a confession: when I started this blog, I didn’t expect to have to write so much. I didn’t expect it to be so much work. And I bet you didn’t expect to be reading so much. Then again, there are lots of things I never expected. I never expected to hear myself complain that the music’s too loud or lament “It’s already 7am! Where has the morning gone?!” I never expected my thirty-something-year-old self to channel the seventy-something-year-old man inside. It works the other way as well. In my twenties, I expected to have life figured out. I expected to win the lottery all four times I played. I still expect that #5 will be my golden ticket. (more…)