Progressing work. Listen: stay calm, put your feet back on the floor. There’s absolutely nothing between my ears. The next one? Pff. How should I know?

 

Untitled. As yet.  (460 mm x 635 mm)

(760 mm x 635 mm) First, second and third beginnings. Going nowhere. Staying put.

Filed under: Art and all things considered, ?, Acrylic, Art, clouds, code, dream, ears, glans, icon, listen, listening, ontology, Painting

Progressing work. Regressing percipience

Second priming + raw motif. (460 mm x 635 mm)

Filed under: Art and all things considered, Acrylic, Art, code, dream, ears, glans, icon, listen, listening, ontology, Painting, table

Progressing work. Regressing percipience

↑ First priming (460 mm x 635 mm)

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↓ ”Untitled” or “Ontology” (760 mm x 635 mm). Most likely finished.

Filed under: Art and all things considered, Acrylic, Art, code, dream, listening, ontology, Painting, table

Progressing work. And one finished. I think.

Working title for this one would be: “Unterm Tisch”. And yes I cut a hole in it.

 

 

 

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discourse: GIVLOMH

Filed under: Art and all things considered, Acrylic, Art, code, discourse, etymology, language, Painting

Progressing work. But slowly.

discourse: GIVLOMH

 

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UNTITLED (so far …)

 

Filed under: Art and all things considered, Acrylic, Art, code, discourse, etymology, language, Painting

Here’s to teachers, politicians and parents. You deserve it.

If you don’t get it, you have a nice classical movie to must-watch.

 

Filed under: Musings and shit, Allegory, brainwashing, Charles Foster Kane, Citizen Kane, danish, Opera, Rosebud, Susan Alexander

Calendar artwork for the 13th year in the 3rd millennium (2013/MMXIII) published with slight delay.

Twentythirteen at your disposal. Apart from the obvious like dates, days, weeks, months and so forth, I only marked the phases of the moon, equinoxes, solstices and the european DST (daylight saving time) this year. Aren’t you lucky.

Of course you can nick the .jpg off this page if that’s enough for you, but there’s a high quality, print worthy .pdf here.

Filed under: Art and all things considered, 2013, artwork, calendar, dates, daylight saving time, days, DST, equinox, JPG, MMXIII, months, moon, nincompoopery, PDF, solstice, weeks

But the “M/S Corporatocracy” seemed such a steady vessel?

From shore it didn’t look quite so violent. Or had he just become a little hardened by the inevitable and seemingly endless prelude to the downturn? He took a few cautious steps backwards, the wet clothes still sticking to his body. An equally soaked rat stepped on to the beach, shook its oleaginous fur, darted past him and cheered in passing: “Race you to it! Those beads sure ain’t gonna string themselves aye?” He turned and looked inland. The jungle looked anything but inviting.

Filed under: Musings and shit, Allegory, beach, Corporatocracy, Jungle, Rat, Shipwreck, Stringing beads

Ved min død / At my death

For det tilfælde at dem der overlever mig ikke har deres egen forestilling om hvordan et dødt legeme skal bortskaffes, er her noteret undertegnedes levende synspunkt om det samme.

In the event that those who survive me do not have their own wishes or ideas on ​​how a dead body should be disposed of, I authored this brief memorandum on the issue.

Bemærk venligst at dette er kaldt et “notat” og ikke et “ønske”. Ved min død er min frie vilje endelig sat ud af spillet og der er intet mere at tilføje til livet. Jeg kan med sikkerhed love at jeg når denne tekst bliver aktuel er aldeles ligeglad med min krop, hvad der er tilbage af den og hvad der stilles op med den. Tilbage er kun resten af jeres eget liv. Valget -og jeres eventuelle sorg, er jeres alene.

Please note that this is called a “memo” and not a “wish”. At my death my free will finally be put out of action and there is nothing more to add to life. I can safely promise you that I will be utterly indifferent to my body, what’s left of it and what you will do with it. This leaves only the rest of your life. The choice -and your grief- is your own.

Jeg er som bekendt ikke medlem af nogen kirke, trosretning eller anden institution, der varetager nogen form for eksistentialistisk forretning, herunder håndteringen af friske menneske-lig. Ligeledes besidder jeg ingen tro på hverken guder, myter eller overnaturlige kræfter etc. Det er min anti-teistiske, levende overbevisning at al overtro skyldes ignorans og fejhed og jeg frabeder mig enhver forbindelse hertil. Men: min holdning dør sammen med resten af min bevidsthed og det fritager jer der læser dette fra at respektere den. Hvis læseren mener at noget som helst kan nå ham eller hende fra “hinsides” må det være følgende: min største respekt vil gå til jer der vælger at følge jeres egen intuition, tro eller whatever fremfor at respektere noget af det der står nedfældet her.

I am of course not a member of any church, denomination or any other institution organizing any kind of existentialist business, including the handling of fresh human corpses. Also I do not believe in neither gods, myths or supernatural powers etc. It is my anti-theistic, living conviction that all superstition is due to ignorance and cowardice, and I demand no affiliation with any of it. But: my opinion has disappeared along with the rest of my consciousness and it relieves the reader from respecting that. If the reader actually believes that anything can reach him or her from “beyond” it must be the following: my utmost respect will go to you who chooses to follow your own intuition, faith or whatever rather than to respect anything that is put to print here.

Notatet anbefaler derfor på ingen måde:

1: at mit afdøde legeme ikke bringes nær religiøse bygninger, jordarealer og/eller personager affilierede dertil.

2: at kremere mit nøgne lig i en papkasse.

3: at sprede min aske. For tiden er dette kun lovligt i DK til havs. Er loven ændret efter dette er forfattet eller for det tilfælde at min død indtræffer under en anden og mere frisindet lovmæssighed der tillader andet, synes tanken om en askespredning i en vilkårlig skov umiddelbart tiltalende selvom en baghave eller lignende nok også er fint.

4: sorg-bearbejdende ritualer, ceremonier og/eller anden festivitas ved min død bør foregå i en respektfuld tidsmæssig afstand på minimum 100 timer fra -og ikke i umiddelbar fysisk, geografisk forbindelse med foretagender i de ovennævnte 3 punkter. Dette bare for at sikre at det vitterlig bliver jeres egen fest og at mit lig ikke bliver unødigt gjort til omdrejningspunkt.

Therefore this memo in no way recommends:

1: that my dead body is not placed near any religious buildings, lands and / or personages affiliated thereof.

2: to cremate my naked body in a cardboard box.

3: to spread my ashes. Currently this is only legal in Denmark at sea. Is the law changed after this was written, or in the case that my death occurs under different and more liberal jurisdictions that allows otherwise, it seems that the idea of ​​an ash-spreading in any random forest is immediately appealing, though a backyard or similar is probably fine too.

4: grief processive rituals, ceremonies and / or other festivities at my death should be done in a respectful temporal distance of minimum 100 hours and not in immediate physical, geographical connection with the undertakings of the above 3 points. This is just to ensure that it does indeed become your own party and that my body is not unnecessarily made pivotal.

Så vidt mine jordiske rester. I det tilfælde at jeg overhovedet efterlader mig nogle materielle goder, vil den gældende lovgivning med sikkerhed gerne tage sig af og betalt for at fordele mine efterladte værdier blandt de rette behørige. Jeg lover at der ikke er værdier unyttigt gemt af vejen i hverken madrasser eller udenlandske bankkonti. Hvis denne ordning ikke passer mine overlevende bør eventuelle værdier doneres til et godt formål. Her foreslås et Ateistisk Selskab.

So much for my corporeal remains: in the event that I leave behind material goods, the applicable laws certainly will take care and a fee, to distribute my bereaved values ​​among the right proper. I promise that there are no values ​​uselessly tucked away in mattresses or foreign bank accounts. If this arrangement does not match the wishes of my survivors, all possible values ​​are to be donated to a good cause. I propose an Atheistic Society.

med venlig hilsen
og i ydmyg kærlighed
til alt levende,
herunder dig . . .

Yours sincerely
and in humble love
for all living things,
including you. . .

Filed under: Musings and shit, atheism, cremation, death, deathmemo, krop, life, love, opinion, Perception, sorg, superstition

Just found Buddha in the middle aisle and might as well kill myself?

As Kōans go, this one (“If you see the Buddha on your way, kill him”) is actually easy to understand, although the interwebs will serve up a plethora of different interpretations for the gullible believer all far more kōan-ish than the original. The same miss- or faux-understanding of elementary philosophic questions disguised as esotericism is probably how my grocery-store Buddha got behind bars on the back of my package of non-caffeinated ginger-tea in the form of this innocent graphic that helps the system to identify my purchase at the checkout in order to charge me the right amount minus the discount, but also to tell someone in charge at the backend of mentioned system to whip out some lowly minimum wage worker to fill up the void i left on the shelf. I believe.

But hey. Brother Buddha just wanted to say this and then for you to leave him alone under the mango tree, so take it and bugger off: your path to nirvana can not be found outside yourself. Duh, right? Easy. Piece of cake. Swallow hard and move on. If you at the end of your miserable day, week and/or life want some salvation, redemption, rebirth, more facebook-likes or just some blissed out whatnot, only you, yourself and yes you are the means to that particular end.

Btw and oy vey: as a sworn anti-theist I have no fallback in that department. There is no hail mary that will save me from the purgatory I will go through for masturbating in the shower. There are no ticker-tape-parades or 72 doe-eyed virgins waiting for me at the pearly gates for altruistically helping geriatrics with crossing the streets unscathed. I have canceled all subscriptions and forfeited my future christmas gifts. But alas, I have a brain for me, myself and I to think about koans or maybe the sexy beauty of a diminished 5th in a chord etcetera. All I want. And for that I am thankful.

It also leaves me sleepless at times. Tossing, turning and thinking about the ongoing atrocities of religious ignorance still staining my species despite all those centuries of debate, science, art and whatnot clearly proving that god is dead and stinking the place up. So I need a tea without caffeine. And preferably a good one without to deep a carbon footprint. You know, something sustainable and wholesome that makes me feel good on all kinds of levels. So I grabbed this package that accommodates most of those needs and I voted with my dollar trying to ignore the over-the-top and ghastly hippie-graphics on the front. Well at home and ready to zen out I found the gimmicky Buddha bar code on the back. I am not sleepy yet.

Filed under: Musings and shit, Anti-theism, Buddha, Caffeine, Esotericism, Grocery Store, I, Koan, Religion, Sleepless, Tea, wisdom, You