shower
ink on paper
digitized 2010
patrick glassel

 

 

 

regions of space and time, aligned in constant metamorphosis. each decade a different mass source of souls... as if arriving from different stars. certain qualities and lacks made for an era. generations of soul genetics beyond physiological. subtle changes, not the same as each previous decade. each mass of souls seeing the older/younger w/ a certain separation of essence, distinctions of stylized perceptions

notebook sketch within soul mind human reality condition experiment experience version 3
not for sale

patrik glassel
7.2010

 

 

 

"shirt design"

stubbornly stretch beyond gargling adhesions
to endure this isolated fish aquarium
and it's submerged glowing shirt design
a space plankton colony of loveless days and nights,
as if idealist sub-dreams vanquish a quenched flail
fervoring more sentient than subsisting
walks through intervallic vestiguam passages
propenting a languash of cerebrated informants
jump for joy until your feet become your brain
running across the flat bulbosity of sanguine affectoblasts.

lyric and sketch
2010

 

 

 

 

Speculative Chisel ver05
Patrick Glassel
2009
oil pastel. digicolor enhancement version

Faraway thoughts land on my helicopter platform.
Some of them have difficulty with air currents.
i have to maneuver under heavier thought-weather
so that they don't crash on my breakfast
Then lead the passengers to the luggage conveyor
next to the syrup and the taxis

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

untitled
oil pastel
1979
drawn at 9th grade artclass
patrik glassel

 

 

 

 

 

16. carrying a glass of icewater, walking rubbery legs across the slow pavement to the fountain of singing children________________

Patrick Glassel 2010
ink. digital color added

prediculant perplexion artist mysterion of the televised invisiblind dreamality capsule interweaving interplanetary skyscraper galleries during the earth calamity ruccus 2010 era

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i hope to clearly understand you where you are,respectfully in what you are experiencing and what you have found worth sharing, untrivialized, unjudged, just like it is...

were there were times when you felt great company on a regular basis?
i think that is what we strive for. that circle of people beyond mere relatives, the individuals that mutually make us feel alive and at our best...

Patrick Glassel
"4:59 AM"
acrylic on canvas
2009
endcliffs of awareness capacity reaching restless contained souls over the landmarks of living museums

 

 

 

 

'Plants Reaching Invisible Dimensions'
Patrick Glassel 2009
Ink,Pencil

an enjoyable way to dream in idealist visions
... a way to prepare emotionally for leaving this world. to communicate a visual expression that is uniquely developed,more directly than blabbering words.
to ventilate a humorous absurdity, similar to jazz percussion with found objects-- to see where it goes. imagine what is beyond in spirit dimensions. artwork is like meditation or praying. i don't expect others to understand or appreciate it

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"You are merely dawning upon the paradoxic realization of
the soul's intense inner conflict duality schism-complex crisis between dark ego branches and the light voice of your conscience intuition while the natural plain simpler you oscillates in the middle with fluctuating truths, breaking down irrelevancies and subconscious blockage, dazzled by new perceptions of stunning wisdom,values, stretching imagination and intellect to the you of future realities... so i wouldn't worry about it. perfectly impossibly clearly ironically obviously theoretically honestly ordinarily preposterously lucidly voluptuously extremely"--
text from notebook:'the life of patrik glassel' 2010

_______"HypnoShower Ceremony" ___________
1999 ink
Patrik Glassel

 

 

 

 

'Lucid Living'
...perfect sense, securely strive.
become arrived. answer questions from our previous minds so that we know which reality is genuine, forsake nature as institutional. the anticipated gift of living outside of lies, climbing over painful uniformed leisurlings, integrate all distinctions into a utopian blob of universal commercials.

from the Dreaming Perplexities series
Patrick Glassel
ink
9x12 in

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

from the shower series
ink 50x37 cm
Patrick Glassel

" who sees the earth? in happy returns to where it is at, where they are, in the presumption that i am
a human, In all of your splendified preliminimant greghursions, considerously defenitant and laughorious, bewasidrin of the rambrellid enjoyablebbed urbablebist, word-paintingtranscimmering in floundelevant cloudacities, prognoniously discernine, lovidly mystering, paradobvidly broodine, slipariotely propensinized.lucidronned by a beautiflung soul. nonphosically freelings of coordinant dimensiographs, symperviously liberaded, bimetridally sanguished, themostically indivastable, and quite versatidinally propelligant in subtlangourd whelmined velvosh. our visiomorf mindscreen expurgens the vlasciline planetated shelves in microvished galaxels"
[PG may 2010]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

22.
do not conform to earthly nature
spiritual beings. do not be shaped by any race
country, religion, politics, corporation,
categorical profile, or behaviorist conditioning
we are free, liberators
of justice and love
souls above
not of this world
not clinging to materialist values

 

 

 

"Dreaming Perplexities"
2007 ink- black and white
-(digital color added, version 11)

..."our decisions,responses,thoughts, and hopes built from ancient chain reactions, now veiled from memory,long before this form of life--overlapping within this life, have all manifested a sum total essence, this individual epitome of this current you...
was eternity interrupted?
the vulnerability of error, doing wrong and selfishness in a paradoxic fallen nature, trapping souls in preposterous earth/humanity. wings clipped, riddled with confusions, mythological fragments and guesswork, abounding deceptions. our good deeds and intents are chasing a gerbil wheel, ineffective to transcend back to perfection of origin in higher dimensions.
like lost children, we need divine intervention, not self worship.. who can one call upon to be free from all that caused us to be cyclically reborn over and over into these kind of worlds? these universes? realms of animals, divided peoples, mysterious uncertainty, aging bodies, wars, crime, greed, subsistent survivalism and precarious temporarility all striving toward love and beauty. can we correct ourselves in worlds like this? who can one call upon, is there a personal extension sent to us? a merciful grace to save us from ourselves, to save us from further mindless reincarnations and chaotic worlds?"
-text from 'the life of patrick glassel' 2010

 

 

 

'ascending flounder and the floating tea set'
(paul schmiedel on bass, patrik on drums)

i awaken blurry, early before a dawn
lounging upon a green carpet lawn,
sprawling oblong dandelions outside of my mind.
a blue electric cat yawns over the dream i just left.
soul-battery recharged after a pleasant rest,
graciously rendering a black promontory plateau. blaring eyes brightening a silent purple darkness. momentarily stare at red numbers of a clock radio. 3:59 blinks into 4:00 am.
light bulbs, tiny planets and lemons circle around my head. lifting the windowblind, peering up at a gradient sky.
a symphony of birds merge with the first waves of traffic