Spring Break: Lines
The other morning I took a walk in my friend’s neighborhood in Portland. It was crisp and sunny, and I brought my camera. I took pictures to document my thinking and my seeing. As I walked, my brain slowed down enough to open up and notice some new ideas. I started noticing how I see things as lines. Lines dividing things up, and lines connecting things. When I was a kid, I would lay in my bed and look out the window, watching the outside world through the boxes of the wooden panes. Compositions created by lines.
April 14th, 2005 at 6:45 pm
Yeah,
When I’m an adult I see things in numbers. Like when I’m filling many containers of bulk eggs at the co-op. I count every egg. I really try hard not to do it but I can’t stop. Just life in the O.C. I guess.
Somtimes I try to avoid meditating in my kitchen because my relationship to the box pattern on the linoleum can get way, way too involved. Sometimes it’s all horizontal, sometimes it’s vertical, sometimes it’s this balanced mix, sometimes it gets really flat and subdued and actually becomes a floor again. Crosses and other symbols aren’t unusual. I of course have to analyze why I am then seeing it each way as my perspective constantly shifts every few seconds and/or minutes. Then I have to think about my thoughts, and my thoughts about those thoughts.
LSD says everything is a sea of your shifting perspectives and lenses and only your shifting perpectives and lenses. This famous philosopher, which U.C. Berkeley is named after, theorized that what exists is only what is percieved in various ways.
I’m into it. Lines and numbers aren’t my favorite though. I prefer things like, the jeans lense, or the hard working man’s lense, the country music lense, the hot-pink girl-land lense, or the all-the-fake-plastic-buildings-are-spreading-like bacteria lense. How about the simple wooden things lense. I’m into it, down with it. What about the things-are-hilarious lense. Or the everybody’s-trying-to-get-me lense. Such an endless jewel..