Raw Baby Baba

I fed Eugene some of my raw baba ghanoush, and he was unimpressed. I added some Sparkle Powder and drops of Infinite Patience and he was very pleased with the changes. We agreed it was a success. He had two servings!

Creatified

I need to harness that energy - that moment with NB. It was such an intense experience, and when I left, I was so renewed. I had such an openness about making art.

Now, I just feel used up. Sleeping. Where there was a longing, there is an open meadow. Where there was rabid desire... there is now white light and soft clouds. No anger, no angst... just bliss. And every time I look at white canvas space, I think, "Yes. White. That's fine just as it is." No desire to make color, make line, make image, make life.

I still see things before I go to sleep, but the desire to catch them in a net and fling them onto the canvas has escaped. Escaped me. I want the net to catch me, and fling me. Upward, toward those clouds. Toward the whiteness. Toward light that has no line, no image.

Fling me. Fling me hard.