Brooklyn

I was in China so long I forgot how to spell Brooklyn. I went out to get reacquainted with what I like to call my big iron spell checker.

Sewer scroll

Here is one of my Beijing covers mounted as a scroll.

Sewer cover detail

One day I'll learn what all the chacters on the various sewer covers
around Beijing say. I think this one says "mix with Coke for good
Chinese joke".

Chinese sewer caps

I broke down and did a few sewer covers over here. The Chinese text
was just too tempting.

Writting with water

This is a great pass time of the Chinese calligrapher. Writting with
water. It evaporates and he starts all over. This is at the Temple of
Heaven in Beijing.

Crazy bridge

Here is me in front of a crazy bridge. Later I swam in the water with
a bunch of crazier Chinese dudes. People gathered along the bridge to
watch figuring we'd get munched by leaches or a dragon but we didn't.
Very refreshing though.

The other banner

One of the banners

Poster

Mike, the producer of my show holding the poster.

Flyer for show

Well I'm all set. Artwork is hung. Here is the flyer for the show.

Passing through

Swinging Tiananmen Squate is in the background. The Mao wow factor.

Wall

Here is a wall of several finished scrolls. I've got them all rolled
up now and I'm off to Xiamen to set up the big show!

Word field painting repost

Got into a web proxy that let's me navigate censored sights. Noticed
my word field painting didn't post right the other day. So here it is.

Double scroll

Packing up for Xiamen today. Here is a double panel scroll I finished
a couple days ago.

Another

After I painted flowers I started doing these wave paintings.

Flowers

Loopy poem

This is a contrast to the word field. A loose rendition of a poem I
wrote for turkey vultures.

Word Field Picture

This is one of my word field pieces. It's a poem about peace that is based on a yogi's meditation on peace. 

peace floods me and blizzards me

extreme weather of my peace freaks out the weatherman

peace reeks around me but for my culture it is a subtle perfume

peace runs through me in a race we all win

peace is an uzi and a semi-automatic pistol to my unprotected worry

peace is an arson casing my house of pain

peace is a spark expanding to all and even burns down the insurance company

peace burns water and smokes out mist and fills infinity until only those alive

are ones who breathe peace peace is blood keeping me alive and kills those who cut it

peace flows through bodies of beauty that radiate the single intention for peace to

grow and enter and embrace and be impregnated by peace

peace is a smell that no one wants to wash away

peace clings to body mind and memory

peace is the soul of dust and lost objects

peace is left after all else which incircles me like a tongue made of a

million tongues except that peace is a billion tongues 

for each one of the million tongues of peace

Sent from my iPhone

Alternate email is:

Nilsen@NYCSewer.com

Poem

This is number 1 in a new series of visualized poems. I'm going to
bring it into downtown Beijing in the morning to have it mounted as a
scroll.

Scroll Series (detail)