Life - Frozen Silence

Midnite - Envision

Life is so beautiful. And so amazing.

Bob Dylan 1965

I love this man

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ex moleskines

pencil drawing, calbayog city, 2023

Drawings from my molskines.

pencil drawing, calbayog city, 2022

pencil drawing, calbayog city, 2025

Me, hanging out in Calbayog City, Philippines, 2023

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In that case

Black sharpie on cardboard reverse image

Monrovia 1997

1997 was a pivotal year for me.

1997 was the year I handed my resignation letter to my asshole boss.

When I handed it to him you want to know what he did?

He quietly read my letter then he looked up and became furious and screamed,

"Well, in that case YOU'RE FIRED!!!"

I kid you not.

In my life there was a before and there has been an after to that moment.

Calbayog City 2024

Nina Simone

To love somebody - Nina Simone

Nina Simone

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black sharpie on bond paper

San Francisco 2003

I spent Christmas 2003 with some friends in San Francisco. They lived in this big two-hundred-year-old house that sat on the prison grounds of San Quentin penitentiary. It's a long story actually but what I remember most was the bed. The guest room of the house had this large old four posted wooden bed frame with the softest thickest most wonderful mattress I have ever slept on in my entire life. I will never forget the moment when I laid down and sank into the loving folds of that luxurious mattress. I felt embraced by softness, and I fell asleep as if floating on a cloud.

When I awoke the next morning I was amazed at the time. I had slept through the entire night without waking up once. I felt wonderfully refreshed.

After breakfast I sat down with my sharpie and drew both of these drawings in a single sitting.

black sharpie on bond paper

San Francisco 2003

One / One

Black sharpie on paper

Monrovia 1996

I drew this in 1996. I spent a few days on it and when it was done I didn't like it so I immediately put it in a drawer and forgot about.

Twenty-two years later, in 2018, I was going though old piles and I found it. I had completely forgotten about it. It was an amazing find. I had not seen or even thought about this drawing since the moment I had finshed it.

And, I'll be honest with you, I fell in love with it.

I fell in love with it as I would somone wonderful, someone who I had thoughtlessly lost, but who had then, by some miracle, come back into my life.

And forgiven me.

1/1 - Brian Eno

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The First Time

The first time ever I saw your face

Roberta Flack

Roberta Flack

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colored pencil & pen, Los Angeles 2016

I'm a big admirer of Paul Klee.

I don't think Klee ever used this motif but as I drew this I was thinking about him.

Embrionic Journey - Jorma Kaukonen (Jefferson Airplane)

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Like a Stone

AUDIOSLAVE

The past and the future don't exist. They literally don't exist.

What does exist is this thin sliver of a moment that we call now. Just now, wedged between a past and a future that aren't even real. I know this. I know this..

But tell me, why is the past so real in my dreams?

I woke up. Outside in the distance I heard roosters crowin̈g, and I remembered where I was. I felt my dreams vanishing into nowhere. Kind mercy.

Dim morning light gently poured in through the curtains casting gray shadows across our bed. I stretched out my legs and gave my entire body a deep stretch, squeezing out the last of the demons. I looked up at the clock. 5 am.

We sleep together on a huge bed. My wife and myself with our two young kids nestled in between us. Piled together. Filipino style.

I quietly made my way over to my wife's side of the bed and climbed in with her.

Early morning is our time.

Time is real. I know it is. But it plays with me.

Time is something that happens on the outside but on the inside. inside our minds, there is no time. On the inside there is only now.

Now, is eternity.

It's all we know.

Wedged in between a past and a future that aren't even real.

Calbayog City 2024

pencil drawing in my moleskine

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