Sha boob ee .....shaboopee

YarrrrrrrrrgggHH!!!

I have carved the deepest lines into the Rosetta stone of my life. Life has given me many tools with which to order reality. I have developed within me natural understandings of simple systems and how to apply them to more complex episodes.

these lines appear to look as haphazard as my attempts at cartooning or gesture drawing. My art is my eye. My hands understand techniques. I am ridiculously adept at replication. I draw with an excellent hand when showing complex structures. I can analyze technique and repeat it. Yet I am impossibly inept at drawing your picture, without taking way too much time for a real artist. As far as most other" artists" go I am not one of them by their standards, but theirs is not my impetus one way or the other. I respect certain of artists and theirs is the only respect I appreciate and when working cultivate.

The culture as it is is defeated in it's superfluous frolic. Fucking nuts.

The storm of political correctness is so overwhelming, so methodical. Each new law that results from thin skin, and fear makes this extraordinary period of man refusing his built in intuition, in favor of laws that tell us we can't call a spade a spade,or an asshole an asshole,without reprisal that comes from without the situation, rather than from within.

Your ass is grass!!

That's Bullshit!!!!!!!!!!!

Consciousness is legislated and That alone should be sufficient to start the revolution. It's not enough that all the mystical ingredients of elevated states of mind are outlawed, our access to knowledge and happenings of importance are indelibly stained, fractiously deformed, and drained of any truth, by the Magical Mystery Media Diabolic. There is only truth to the lie. The lie is a true lie, manufactured and performed by puppets that are so high up, that we have no thought of possible deceit or deception emanating from them. Instead we eat their deftly concocted stew as if it were a the only fare possible. We devour it and make our lives run parallel to it crossing it if possible and be a visible result of it, the big lie. This is not the only reality available to us. And we can change this reality dramatically if we change ourselves.

If ..... some rewired heady Monk on a mountainside in Tibet can mouth at the air while funnel clouds drop half way around the earth..... and if he is aware that he is hooked in..... if you could but fathom the interrelatedness of all things, all energies.....then there might be change.

Plexiglass Painting and Mixed Media Art of Leonard Weinbaum

Plexiglass Painting and Mixed Media Art of Leonard Weinbaum

I've known this man for over 45 years. He is a diligent soul. His paintings push at every artistic boundary. He opens your eyes.

In his own words:

"My fascination with carving the back side of clear plastic, and then painting in reverse, outwards, color by color, layer by layer, has covered 30 years.. There is a violent beauty in tearing into the pristine solitude of clear, thick plexi with industrial saws and grinders, hand chisels, and capturing of a moment in space and time. These sculpted and painted atmospheric environments are 'snapshots' of events preserved deep within crystalline space."

"My pieces cannot be fully appreciated in photographs. One can't feel the depth of carving, how the image changes from different viewing angles, and the effects of raking light from above. Or seeing into the painting from it's polished edges, as well as through the front. My pieces are not intended to be back-lit. Enjoy. "

Apocalypse Island........Impossible?

If you for some horrible reason can't get the history Channel you are probably in the dark when I speak of Apocalypse Island. But if you have a chance you should try to find someone that has a DVD of it. Remarkable, extraordinary, astounding, earthshaking, are the terms that I think when I think of the serendipitous-ness of the electron driven communication that can deliver it to your brainwashing box, TV, and the men who knew it would, some many many hundreds of years ago. This is the only spot on earth where all three great cosmic events of the last year of the Mayan calendar may be witnessed, Venus traversing the face of the sun, a full eclipse of the sun, and the rising of our sun in the central rift of the milky way, on the galaxy disc's edge. Every one of these events may be watched from the same vantage point on Apocalypse Island, atop the head of the son of Paqual's sculpture, 120 ft in the air. Each of these events in that year fall on Mayan holy days that are every twentieth day, much like Sunday is to Christians. The odds that all tree fall on holy days...are 1 in 8000. They knew this. How?

WTF, That's a, snake in the grass.

I can't stand it anymore. I love the country, and for that reason took up residence about 7 miles from the interstate. In the woods of twenty four years ago, there were no rappers just the woodpeckers and Carolina wrens and their community of friends. There were no four lanes within 5 miles either direction. That space has since been paved and the lanes run by less than two hundred yards away. And the rappers are real and dangerous, and the woodpeckers and wrens were going somewhere else. My question to them was; where are you going? You know what? They listened to me and watched my laborious efforts to keep for them and all their community buds, a piece of land, virtually unchanged by anything other than nature itself, and me when driven by necessity to cut or clear, but always with a plan to bring it back better than it was before.

But it doesn't matter what I do. It does, but only in the short term. We are fucked, and no one with a voice to be heard, like that fucking rapper, hip hop ignorant savage, I have to listen to on the weekends, seems to care.

Folks, the Maya knew how screwed we'd be by now. We don't realize the trip we've been on. And it is a heady one. The scientists know and that is one of the reasons this science religion debate continues with a full reactor of steam. Keep everyone occupied and then give them what they need to hear. Maintain the veil. The war-cry, the warcraft of the Illuminati.

Our preoccupation with material acquisitions, stuff, has led to nothing but the need for more material acquisition and has raped our planet, in exchange for Hanna Montana, and Extenze. "They"market to the, hip hop ignorant savage's knowledge that he'll never get enough cool or be big enough.

Americans were once icons of success and incredulity among earth poor and "stuff-less". And now as our culture wavers on implosion from the weight of all the stuff, they want all that shit too. And so "They" put up a parking lot and a Walmart on top, and keep the implosion ball rolling. 2012 won't come soon enough for the poor bastards of the earth, cause they should have more stuff by then. And it can't stay away long enough for me, so I can get ready to bolt with my buds. See, I get it now. Do you?