It’s true, the Duck has run amok! He’s absolutely mad with his desire to commune with the Spirit of Jim Morrison. Personally I think his quest is a good one, although seeing the Duck in skin tight leather pants slugging down gulps of Spanish plonk to wash down goddess-knows-what else he’s taking in order to fine tune his groove for the search can be a bit disconcerting. But, in my years of sharing life and space with Daffy, I’ve come to love his crazy ass in spite of his penchant for mayhem, greed, selfishness and all sorts of “less-than” behaviors. He’s a great teacher and a reminder that we’re all human and hence, very far from perfect.
But enough of the Duck! I’ve managed to have him turn down the quadrophonic sound system he recently came into possession of long enough to gather my wits and get this post out. So it’s back to the garden and exploring the Hostas and their flowers. Damn trippy stuff those Hostas. These are based on cell phone photos I took. I’ve got to get myself a good camera again, lol. But for now, we work with what we got.
There’s a gorgeous beauty and softness, along with that strange, random symmetry that comes through in this process. I call it psychedelic art, but one could also make a case for it being spiritual or meditation art. Beautiful and calming and those purples certainly trigger the crown chakra. This is the land of enchantment, the home of the Fairy Romantic. Magical and mystical and perfect for psychoactive substances of all types. Just ask Daffy.
Here’s the visual happiness… Hosta Flower 1A…
Oooh… that purple just glows and I so love that chakra like lotus center in that beautiful third-eye indigo blue. Light one up and groove on that Pablo! Random cool developing in co-creative union with the Little Goddess. Love the intricacies in the soft purple around that lotus. Yummy stuff for inquiring minds.
More yumminess in the high chakra colors… “Hosta Flowers 3A”
Like electric dragonflys carrying the Fairy Romantic Princess to her Midnight Ball in the Garden of Eternal Happiness. And of course she has an escort of blind hummingbirds to make sure she arrives safely. Although, truth be told, no one or nothing in the garden would ever wish her harm. Although the Duck has been known, when properly tweaked on mescaline, to want to get her in a jar like a firefly. Trust me I’ve tried to tell him how wrong this sort of thing is. But that is a rare occasion and she always gets away. And besides Daffy is easily distracted by shiny things or the soft strains of “Cars Hiss By My Window” emanating from the speakers…
And it’s getting late in the Garden… “Hosta Flowers 2B”
Mmm… love that orange and those electric neon lines. Subtle third eye indigo blue in the center. Dragonflies again!
Okay, time to go deal with the Duck. He’s cranked the tunes back up and he’s muttering and sputtering mad poetry. This could be it, he may have actually channeled Jim Bob at last… I’ll keep you posted.
As always, your comments, thoughts and opinions are most welcome and appreciated by the small staff here at the Square. Daffy, I’m not so sure he welcomes any interruption during his special quest.
Yours in reshaping the reality,
P.S. Zengirl is serving up the Wisdom Punch and I do believe it’s a never ending happy hour over at my favorite bar and metaphysical hangout… The Voice That Guides. Stop in and indulge your mind.