Zane White
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Hello Friends, I am in the process of rebuilding my webpage. I hope to have the full site redesigned in a cleaner format complete with a shop by the end of August 2013. If you experience any difficulties that may prevent you from viewing my work, you may visit my Facebook Page or my Etsy Site to see what I have available. Below is My most recent oil Painting. It is being featured as part of a City of Albuquerque Curated Exhibition entitled Ground Effect: Paintings By Zane, Chris, and Roy running July 26- September 29 at the KiMo Theatre Gallery in Downtown Albuquerque.
Formations That Follow Me Home
"Formations That Follow Me Home" Oil on Canvas roughly 3 x 4 ft 2013
Paradox
We are infinite and unlimited energy subjected to a limited and finite state of being, and in our paradox create shadows, illusions and truths to compensate for our limitations. We have created an illusionary truth that life, energy, and god are limited and study it as so.
So to appease our shadow and convince it of its self importance in this unjust existence.
Everything is infinite, and as part of it we too are so.
And it is so.
San Pedro Under Blue Sky
The Stars are jumping from the sky
driven by pollution from all city lights
one by one, two by two
wisdom leaves the dry desert night.
Can a fortune be told, unvailed
in the midst of what is squandered
the stars are my friends, please don't make them leave.
Not tonight.
The bright glow of pegasus shown deep in the night sky,
it's summer the girl replied, when can we go?
Shhh! You'll waken the spirits.
Listen, can you hear them speak? The deep glow
peirced the night sky, radiated a frequency palatable
to every human sense; in a whole experience
words fail to describe sensory limitations unknown.
The Night Sky was brighter than the clearest day,
"I had no idea there were so many stars," she said.
Guided at the foothills of venture, the spirits
lead us to the peak of wisdom, of existence, of the trip.
The highest mountain opened from a cloud of starlight;
this is where the adventure begins, no end
the fruit of true revelation shared truth through a sip.
The stars, My brothers, dead on the tracks.
I cant find the paths you left behind
three by four by seven
smog, electric children have forgotten your light
"Where did we go," she said, "what are we doing
here," lying in the shadows of neon florescent
and slowly burning the skin off your eyes
no wonder I'm so nervous, and frustrated; the lights
never go off. My head spins; when can we get some sleep?
Tonight under the starlight, never again, she cries
the only direction to where it began. Tonight?
Now there's no one to laugh slowly with;
disappeared the only laughing is outside, external
the jokes on me. Where can inspiration be?
Squeezed, Squozen, squozed into the electric fire we breathe.
These fuckin squares, these fences, imagined paradise
in the middle of cell blocks, Freeze! What's goin on in here!?
Its apparent what opens, sustains, more eyes to see.
San Pedro under Blue Sky, set us free to feel the breeze.
Featured Work For June 2012:
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