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B30 … Mother Gaia WaterColours

Chiang Mai Thailand

She has influenced the greatest artists from Leonardo DaVinci, to Picasso, certainly Cézanne, without doubt Feininger, the expressionists, impressionists, even the abstract painters; Malevich to Emily Carr, Norval Morrisseau to Modglianni.
She, in all her wisdom is the basis of all art, her water colours are the glory of the earth, the colour and shape of consciousness itself.
I have been honoured to document a few of these paintings, from the crevices of St Paul St. Montreal, the puddles of NYC, to name a few, the water-surfaces across Europe, the canals of Thailand, the wetlands of BC and the alley ways of Ontario Canada.
Everywhere i go she confronts me to document her art. It is a mission i was chosen for to expose the beauty in the pure and the polluted waters of the earth.

St Paul St. Montreal

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312 … the city rolls down the avenue

312 Image-Content of the Day 2019/01/01 of-by patrick wey https://blog.patrickwey.com/category/image-content-of-the-day
i get the feeling that things aren’t quite right here and nobody gives much of a damn. at least that’s what i’m thinkin sometimes. the people on the streets got their worlds and their dreams that they’re trying to untangle. they don’t have time for stepping out, attempting anything less secure. so the city rolls down the avenue, the life lives as it does, with its face hidden and its walls painted, dreams floating about like blurred leaves on a pond. i happened to hear your voice echo in the background and your future advertised in the signs hidden across the streets. the sense of direction moves about like a kite from one breeze to the next, wind rushing thru your skull and freedom riding high in the clouds. yea that was me watching you sit on the side lines with your green shirt and all, your broken-machine working overtime and your buddy learning the tricks. yea that’s the city life, it may not be the best life, but it’s your life and as i said, nobody really cares.
the image caught the beauty just right don’t ya think, your square heads floatin down the worlds way like you belong. life in the stream of things, coming from nowhere heading nowhere but with lots of plans, thats the way to do it, just like you know what’s happening and you do……kool

Image circa Thailand 2016 – writing last night

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180 Image-Content of the Day 2018/08/22

180 Image-Content of the Day 2018/08/22 of-by patrick weyhttps://blog.patrickwey.com/category/image-content-of-the-day
He stood out in to the night hidden. Light skimming across his mind. Trees folding arms straight into the sky. Shades of waves blending into the walls. His hold firm bold stern cool, lit a cigarette smoked himself into the scene.
Down the streets of Chiang Mai, heat pouring down the road, soft haze full and thick. Light waves swimming dreams thru the atmosphere bending into his blurry stance. The air wading thru the mood late still into the night, he thought, ‘time can be so smooth when you’re lost in a dream’.
Photo Circa Thailand 2017

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171 Image-Content of the Day 2018/08/13

171 Image-Content of the Day 2018/08/13 of-by https://blog.patrickwey.com/category/image-content-of-the-day
‘Even the Eternal Source is a Reflection’. With that statement i mean that there is no absolute anything, thought made it all up because of our fear of being simply mortal naked apes that think. All the gods, all the absolute laws, all the determinations to use reason to convince the brain that we are superior beings, aliens, creations in the likeness of gods, all definitive conclusions must be on trial endlessly; logic is no more than a tool to create technologies to explore the universe. There is no higher purpose. The eternal source is merely a shade of an infinite refection endlessly moving changing shifting. There is no great mystery that can be known. This denial is the source of all misery in the mind of man.
We have been conditioned with a need to believe in some formula from christ to buddha, to scientific law, politics, to happiness, enlightenment, afterlives to endless comforts and securities to soothe the fear of being in the natural state of simple unknowing clear observations. This is too scary and meaningless for the ego. Man has not changed at all since the cave man in his discomfort with his neighbour and his self, only the weapons have evolved. Think about it, if you can accept the fear to be without any direction home, no ritual to save you, no ceremony to ultimately calm you, no ideal to hang onto forever. There is no certainty in the mind of man, nothing is and never was. We have been fooled by the fears of the saviours, the saints, the holy men, the logicians. The body is all that is immortal, the mind is the illusion that fades and dies.
I am a man walking thru all history with a duffel bag strung over my shoulder hanging off my back and in my mental strength with my one hand holding a knife i slit the bag releasing the tons of beliefs, ideals, concepts, dogma, certainties, absolutes, sciences, securities, identities, words, abstracts, gods and demons and when the mind freaks out i grab the hole in the bag and breathe deep, slowly, grab my composure, resting into the new lesser emptier identity and when i’m strong and brave again i slit the bag once more and do it all over……….keep walking towards the illusion of the eternal source. Freedom from the known is the pathless trail to be. There is no method, like a coyote in the desert one just lives naturally. This may be impossible, but no more impossible than living with the illusions of ones absurd absolute beliefs and certainly much more honourable to the process of creation…………i suppose.
I don’t care what anyone thinks, i have more faith in the eyes of a crow than i do of any man. They are to the point, direct, real and without the illusions of the self fulfilling imagination of man. I move on from there.
circa 2017 Chiang Mai Thailand

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#73 Image-Content of the Day 2018/05/07

#73 Image-Content of the Day 2018/05/07 of-by https://blog.patrickwey.com/category/image-content-of-the-day
‘Even The Eternal Source Is A Reflection’
I uploaded over fifty images from my trip to Thailand to my website http://patrickwey.zenfolio.com/p776377158. All these images are reflections off the canal that surrounds the old city of Chiang Mai. This canal is straight and slowly flows stagnant water, unlike the curved roofs of the ancient structures within its walls. I remember reading somewhere how this curvature was to avoid the evil unnatural straight energy of fire dragons versus the curved natural vortical movement of water and the water snake of life. This stagnation allows for the beauty of reflections included in my PuddleArt Series which i have been producing for years. Water has been imprisoned all over the world. Water is the foundation of what we call memory, consciousness and if one is aware that we are life forms derived from a ‘Living Earth’, it would be intelligent to pay attention to all aspects of water, from LaoTsu, Viktor Schauberger, Ancestral Wisdom the visions are everywhere. Some day hopefully soon i will be producing a book of these and other reflection images with poetry and text.

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Even the Eternal Source is a Reflection

Dreams are like reflections, everything is…

dreams and reflections are one and everything

reality is a reflection

words are reflections

dreams are made of reflections

everything is reflected

the deepest thought is a reflection of the simplest

where we are is where we are not

life is a reflection of death

silence is the greatest reflection

the dream is never over, it has just passed

a reflection is like love, it is always on the move

thinking is knowing, knowing is a reflection

a dream is a dream is a reflection

everything is a dream

reality is captured reflections, it is melting

no matter how still they appear, they are moving

thought and dream and reflections are one and two and….

true love is like a pure reflection, a simple dream

thought is the killer of silence, silence is the substance of everything

the melting smile of eternal twists

a perfect reflection is in the eyes of the becoming

the depth of reality is on two sides of the surfaces

dualism is the illusion of two worlds reflected by one surface

the perfect reflection is the perfect moment

a moment is a point in a refection which appears still

now is rejected by reflection, therefore life and death

the now appears to be silent but is moving still

re, it’s in your body, it’s in the air, it’s in the land, in the aquifers, the mountain streams, the creeks, the rivers, lakes and oceans. Water is everywhere, it’s in your tea, it’s in your bacon, it’s in your beliefs, it’s in your dreams, it’s in your lover, it’s in your enemies, it’s in your religion, it’s in your science, it’s in your music, it’s in your business, water is in everything. Healthy water, healthy everything, sick water, a dying world. Water gives life, water takes away life, honour water and it will honour you. Shit in it and it’ll shit in you. Feed it carcinogen’s and it will teach you with cancer. Dissect it and it will dissect you. Water is the reflection of the soul, water is your life, water is the vessel of light, water is you, you are water and water is everywhere. How is Your Water?

This is my opinion based on numerous endeavours into the depths of the mind, the so called spirit world. With many experiences with what may at first appear as other dimensions, spirits, higher thought embedded into my mind, i have investigated the one tool that binds all of this together and found illusion after illusion. There is nothing more than my coyote instincts to be alive. I can not teach anyone anything and no one can teach me anything. I am a being upon this earth for a short time. I developed an identity from societal conditioning and stepped out of it numerous times to see its facade. It has been frightening at times because the ego does not want to die, but die it must to see clear. There is nothing to find, the search has ended, the search itself has been the biggest hoax of all. I have nothing to live for and yet i live. I have nothing to care for and yet i care. I have nothing to be and yet i am. Sometimes i am happy and sometimes i am sad, sometimes i am interested and sometimes i am not. I look just like you and no one can see what i have seen. The world is trapped into its nature. The body knows all i need to know. It owns me, it is the environment. It all begins with the body. It all ends with the body. I am merely a dream sitting in the home of a mind. The illusion has seen itself, like a reflection in the water i am gone.