Check out my “Dog House” at 7th and Santa Clara in front of City Restaurant and across the street from Horace Mann School. It’s still a work in progress.
-Mike Borja
Put a few new things up at Kaleid Gallery the other day.
—4 Gigabyte USB sticks edition of 10 with some of my artwork. Kinkos friendly, so you can bring the sticks straight to Kinkos and use their machines to get some instant prints on all printers.
—A new original painting framed.
The painting of that dog on an electrical box is something I’m working on at 7th and Santa Clara, in Downtown San Jose. I’m not finished yet, but I’ll take a picture when it’s all done.
And here is a screen shot of Alice when she is about to meet the hooka smoking caterpillar centipede. Tell me that doesn’t look subliminal? haha whatever. I haven’t seen this cartoon in ages and it’s a great watch.
Just dropped off this doggy at Kaleid Gallery.
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Sour Apple Dawg
Acrylic Painting x Framed
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This coming Friday is South First Friday’s. It’s an art walk in downtown San Jose. Starts at 7 PM and did I mention it’s FREE? All AGES too.
Peace!
Freedom From the Known - Jiddu Krishnamurti
IN THE LIFE we generally lead there is very little solitude. Even when we are alone our lives are crowded by so many influences, so much knowledge, so many memories of so many experiences, so much anxiety, misery and conflict that our mind become duller and duller, more and more insensitive, functioning in a monotonous routine. Are we ever alone? Or are we carrying with us all the burdens of yesterday?
There is a rather nice story of two monks walking from one village to another and they come upon a young girl sitting on the bank of a river, crying. And one of the monks goes up to her and says, `Sister, what are you crying about?’ She says, `You see that house over there across the river? I came over this morning early and had no trouble wading across but now the river has swollen and I can’t get back. There is no boat.’ `Oh,’ says the monk, `that is no problem at all’, and he picks her up and carries her across the river and leaves her on the other side. And the two monks go on together. After a couple of hours, the other monk says, `Brother, we have taken a vow never to touch a woman. What you have done is a terrible sin. Didn’t you have pleasure, a great sensation, in touching a woman?’ and the other monk replies, `I left her behind two hours ago. You are still carrying her, aren’t you?’ That is what we do. We carry our burdens all the time; we never die to them, we never leave them behind. it is only when we give complete attention to a problem and solve it immediately - never carrying it over to the next day, the next minute - that there is solitude. Then, even, if we live in a crowded house or are in a bus, we have solitude. And that solitude indicates a fresh mind, an innocent mind.
<3 Goomba and Ghost by Mike Borja.
New piece for a Valentines show at Psycho Donuts in Campbell.
They met a long time ago in the world of 8bit and they found out they have a lot in common. haha
Gonna paint on this electric box. 7th & Santa Clara. (Taken with Instagram at Google San Jose Photowalk)
In My Dream I was the Ocean
In my dream I was resting on a beach. I was enjoying the brilliance of the sunset and listening to the waves crashing and the smelly winds blowing. I asked myself if this were a dream and I suddenly became aware that it was. The awareness was sudden, like a bus drivers voice waking you up from a nap for your exit. I got excited with my lucidity and all the colors started glowing. The sounds of the waves crashing and the winds blowing grew louder and louder in my ear. Then I woke up to the loud crashing of the waves which turned out to be my own heavy breathing.
