Prismatic Facial Slippage

Sometimes

when trying 

to save face

our countenance

folds in

on itself.

Trying too hard,

we dissemble.

Our humanity

leaks out.

We cannot hide.

Swatches

Snippets.

Swatches of color and pattern.

Texture, geometry, shapes.

Memory.

Suggestion.

History.

Splash.

Explore.

Discover.

Car-leidoscope

Just a glimpse,

a tiny peek,

a sliver of visibility;

that is all we need

to know that we like it.

Chrome, glass, rubber;

the shapes,

the lines,

the colors,

classic,

strong,

iconic.

Our dreams,

our desires,

our hopes,

all wrapped up

in a gleaming

steel conveyance.

Clearly, this is confusing

Chaos and Order

are not mutually exclusive.

Randomness and Selectivity

do not come with iron-clad guarantees.

Uncertainty

is wrapped in reams of

Absolutes.

Overt structure belies covert disarray.

Appearances are always

just appearances.

Moments of clarity

are flanked by hours

of confusion.

If there is a plan,

there are also accidents

waiting to disrupt

the plan.

Captivated By Time

Patterns.
Colors.
Lines.
Faces.
Expressions.
Captivating captives.
Marking time.

Fresh technique on this one.  I did a 'finger paint' background, then placed the various images with the finger painting peeking out from behind, in the cracks between.  Not quite convinced it adds anything to the overall effect, particularly.

Fall Feasts!

The Fall Feasts

are once again upon us!

The three feasts of the LORD

that fall in the "seventh month"

(of the biblical Hebrew calendar),

and which are described

in Leviticus 23:23-44,

will be here in just a few days.

Yom [Zichron] Teruah

(the Feast [Day] of Shouting ~ aka Trumpets),

Yom Kippur

(the Day of Atonement),

and

Sukkot

(the Feast of Booths or Tabernacles or Shelters).

HERE

is some further discussion/explanation.

Chaotic Order

Finding order in chaos

is a bit cliche, yes?

Yet our lives are defined

by chaotic order.

Moments strung together

by nothing more

than the fact that

we are present.

Thoughts in our heads

and

stimuli to all of our senses.

Color, light, shadow,

patterns, words, phrases,

whispers, tunes, shouts,

exclamations, interrogatives,

declarations, complaints, praise,

whether faint or otherwise.

The links from one moment

to the next

are less tenuous

than we care to admit.