“And what’s in the pic-a-nic basket?”
“I don’t know Yogi.”
“Well then my little Boo Boo, let’s open it up and see…”
“Gee Yogi, I don’t know if that’s a good idea…”
“Don’t be silly Boo Boo, when one is given a gift like a pic-a-nic basket, it is one’s obligation to avail themselves of said gift!”
And oh yes it is. Yogi knows. The Universe is filled with gifts. And lessons. Possibilities for growth, expansion and abundance. And it is filled with disasters, And misery. Possibilities for limitation, stagnation and lack. And, as you, like Yogi, most likely are well aware, your experience of the Universe, God, The Goddess, The Great Gummi Bear in the Sky, whatever, is directly related to what goes on in our head. The stew pot of creation, our cranial sack.
Some very wise and spiritual people will speak to the idea that our thoughts create our reality. Some very scientific types and well educated scholars have been know to say the same. What Baba Ram Yum Yum says on the matter is simply this; “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth!” And truthfully, I’ve never seen Baba do that. Baba, like Yogi, is always ready to look inside life’s pic-a-nic basket, always assuming that it will be packed with possibilities and goodness. Unlike Boo Boo, who tends to worry, referencing the past for similar situations and pic-a-nic baskets, Yogi and Baba Ram view each pic-a-nic basket as a unique opportunity, a new possibility, another chance to experience the wonder of the Universe. Of course, Yogi and Baba Ram are almost exclusively to be found living in the present moment. They only use the past when it comes to limited possibility outcomes, like sticking their nose in fire. But, even then, should you change the color of the fire, both Baba and Yogi may well try it again.
And there in lies a great and liberating truth. Yes, being inquisitive, being fresh and in the moment with the Universe, will sometimes, result in a less than optimal experience. You may burn your nose. Or get your heart broken. Or find out that your translation of the 3rd century BC poet, Rabishoo, does not find the commercial success and Hollywood movie deal you were meditatin’ and a manifestin’ on.
But that’s where belief comes in. If you believe in the general positivity of the Universe or that Great Gummi Bear, you’ll tend to continue to play the game of life. That is, you’ll stay on the field and play and not allow the past and it’s experiences to turn yourself into a spectator. For when you have a generally positive outlook, generally, positive things happen. Or at least you perceive that to be the case. And if there’s one thing Yogi keeps trying to teach Boo Boo, it’s that your perception is really the whole ballgame. Or, as Rod Stewart once sang, back before he turned himself into a parody of himself, (Rod, WTF?), “Make the best out of a bad joke and laugh it off, you didn’t have to come here anyway.”
So let’s wrap our perceptions around some new spray blasted psychedelic grooviness. Gooey good stuff as I return to some spraying and praying in the petrochemical wonderland. These were shot with an old cell phone camera, which has it’s limitations, but also does add it’s own dimension to the overall interaction with the random co-creative of the process. I will continue to perceive that as a good thing and be grateful for that camera. It is the only one I have.
I really liked how this round of blasting went. The colors really came out in some interesting ways and it felt very spiritual and meditative to me as they came together. Trippy as always certainly, but quite the softness to much of this batch of work.
So let’s get into the medicine cabinet and see what we have… Here’s “Wishing Well”.
I love the lilac hues melting into that purple plum. And that greenish tint is just deliciously wonderful to me. The well of dreams. Go ahead, make a wish, but don’t forget to throw your penny in.
And here’s “So Many Roads”…
Orange and blue fire on the path to who knows where. A dream tripping center of bright mescaline visions overlaying the purple lilac layers of myth and memory… la te do da de…
Perhaps something a little cooler in the color hue next… “The Fire Within”
Icy blue chakra meditation or was that crystal blue persuasion? Tommy James riding a good orange sunshine acid buzz with the Shondells dropping the harmony behind him like little hits of purple microdot. That cool lilac and the deep black, which you can perceive as either cool or warm depending on your condition. Hot molten love gods of the volcano in the center and a nice diamond of orange to focus your meditation prayers on. Who says we don’t give you what you need?
And here’s “Misha Knows The Secret”…
I tell you, I just love the way the colors came out in this one. That pink, orange and red center just glows especially framed by that touch of black. And the color gets damned trippy as it spreads out from there. The white and blue areas on the east-west axis along with the purple hues on the bottom and top give it all a mystical feel. Dive in and share the secret with Misha.
Feels good to be back to some blasting. The paint was gooey and fun today. As always, your contributions and comments fuel the fire and give Baba Ram Yum Yum something to read. Fu Wang the magic Shih Tzu enjoys the correspondence also. Wolf Girl could basically care less as long as Ganja Joe gives her ears a good rubbing.
Yours in restructuring the reality,
P.S. To my beloved and treasured Zengirl, I remain enchanted, enthralled and enraptured by all that you are.