Friday, February 4, 2011

Non Compos Mentis, with four canvases

Do not question a man’s belief in God;
question his belief that God is sane.

From Songs and Letters, originally published January 9, 2008.

Also: I’m intrigued by the assumption that we’re not all ghosts, or the figments of a twisted imagination.

“Canvas 183”
February 3, 2011

“Canvas 184”
February 3, 2011

“Canvas 185”
February 3, 2011

“Canvas 186”
February 3, 2011

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Stream Source said...

Twisted or not, we are imagined.

erin said...

I'm not sure if we are here at all. There seems to be balance in all things, as twisted as that seems, and so perhaps we're just a bulge in an atom, energy trying to sort itself. Will we settle? Or will we burst?

If we ARE all figments of a twisted imagination, perhaps a sleep aid is in order.


Wine and Words said...

Sanity is relative.
Mine is representative
of a lesser crazy

Without my twisted imaginations...the boredom would drive me

Jan said...

William...of course we aren't all ghosts! Some of us are figments of his imagination. When he dreams we all play a part. His dreams can be happy and beautiful, or angry and twisted with hate. And when he tires of us we are deleted from his memory bank. Those of us who are ghosts return to haunt him because he cannot be rid of us. We can find safety in another dimension...
Love your drawings. I must put my imagination on hold for awhile :)

William Michaelian said...

The good news is, I just received an email worth millions of dollars from a “trusted official” at a bank in Nigeria. If that’s not real, then nothing is.

Donna, I won’t deny it, and while I often speak with certainty, I’m more comfortable with maybe.

Erin: That assumes, of course, that we are awake when we think we are and have slept when we think we have. And if the imagination we inhabit is twisted, then it seems logical that we are twisted as figments as well. But this doesn’t mean we don’t have our own imaginations, and that the entire business doesn’t go both ways. I love your maybe as well.

Annie, if you knew my relatives, you wouldn’t say that. But I know what you mean. They haven’t locked me up either. But I haven’t given up on the possibility.

Jan, as if that were possible! I’m glad you like the drawings. Thank you. They’re what set me off in this direction in the first place. And as we know, there’s no turning back.

erin said...

Yay! We're rich. I swear, I just got an e-mail from you saying you'd share!


William Michaelian said...

I just looked in my Sent box. You’re right. It’s there — along with several others.... which is fine, because I wouldn’t know what to do with it anyway, beyond the first ten million or so.