Friday, September 5, 2014


Just a random thought. 

a view of Mt. Pilot, North Carolina

Today, I am thinking about Pointillism, a technique of painting in small, distinct dots of pure color, so as to apply a pattern and form a larger image. The technique was developed in 1886 by Georges Seurat and Paul Signac, as a new direction from Impressionism. Vincent Van Gogh adopted the technique, then adapted it by using short brush strokes (lines) instead of points. 

On the way to Mt. Pilot, North Carolina

If we think about digital design, there is a correlation. Pointillism relies on the ability of the eye and mind to blend points of color into a complete image; much like the digital camera takes solitary pixels and creates an image. 

self-portrait of Vincent Van Gogh from Wikipedia

Thursday, September 4, 2014


Virgo by Sid Dickens
Ergo, said Vergil 

Who grows the crops 

Or moves the stars 
Across the starry skies
Oh Maecenas, you need not worry 

He also thought 

To marry the pruned elm tree 
With the wild green vine, 
Thankfully, gave us wine 

He that cares what oxen need 

Insures new seed each year 
And gave us time enough 
To enjoy our simple lives 

Oh Maecenas, worry not
Just pray to God 

While you watch the cattle 
And nod your head in sleep

Under a sturdy oak tree
For, he above tends the bees
So, too He gave us honey
To sweeten our lives a bit

O bright September morning light, 
This thought
Comes to me 
When Virgo rises in the sky 

Ergo, said Vergil
In Autumn 

When His work is done
There's time to have some fun

 Loosely based on Vergil's Georgics, The Introduction. 

Quid faciat laetas segetes,
quo sidere terram vertere,
ulmisque adiungere vitis conveniat
quae cura boum,
qui cultus habendo sit pecori,
apibus quanta experientia parcis,
hinc canere incipiam.
Vos, o clarissima mundi lumina,
labentem caelo quae ducitis annum,

Monday, September 1, 2014

Dream Voyager

“[A] dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight,
and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist


I dream of voyages to distant places. I dream of what could be, for it is left to the dreamers to make a better world. Why not? For as John Lennon said, "Reality leaves a lot to the imagination."

And what does one get?

The anticipation of what is to come.

The joy of being in the moment.

Waiting for the moment
And Peace in a sea of troubles