This is a painting that’s odd if you don’t know anything about it, so I’m not going to give anything away. I like it for itself, and I’m sure it will suggest some dream-like writing.
I began doing Quigong off the Coastal Trail some years ago. I’m not a very grounded person. Supposedly all the movements follow the breath and I would become more whole and integrated with daily practice.
Then I took it too far. I kept breathing in such a mindful way that I popped the buttons off my jeans and had to switch to wearing a toga. I began to expel large amounts of gas because of my overly mindful breathing. The gas propelled me off the ground and I began to float over the water.
All I could think of was where are all those microwave cameras now? This must be how Jesus did it. No one would believe me anyway because they’ll think I’m just using special effects like in Swiss Army Man.
That’s when I hit the water. I have since realized that if I can maintain mindful breathing, avoid gluten and negative people then I can walk on water and my farts smell like ice cream. But I can’t wear shoes, especially ones with marking black soles. Bad karma.
I would suggest you try this at home in the safety of your own bathtub. Work your way up to a wading pool before you get over your head. It’s not easy being holier than everyone else but it’s lots of fun.