Scott Waters: Toronto-based artist

Ink/ Black and white

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Ch. V The Hermit Life. I am the solitary life that forms all things and by which all things receive that life without which there is no life

No system can explain itself

I had me a vision, I was a fireman, in a time of fires, and I was paralyzed.

All travellers to wild places will have felt some version of this, a brief blazing perception of the world’s disinterest. In small measure it exhilarates. But in full form it annihilates.

This special silence that was concerned with all of the world

Every representation was an idol. Every likeness a heresy. In their images they had thought to find some small immortality but their oblivion cannot be appeased.

“How do you plan to spend the resurrection?” he said, as though asking about a long weekend coming up.

They don't do that anymore. Things changed, you see. They don't sleep anymore on the beach

He had cemented one of those English friendships which begin by avoiding intimacies and eventually eliminate speech all together

40,000 stars in the evening Look at them fall from the sky

What appears in the night is the night that appears

It takes minute detail It takes a holy life It takes emotions It takes dedication

In forsaking the ability to change, they diminish their capacity for hope, (Kathleen Norris

The art of living resembles wrestling more than dancing, inasmuch as it stands prepared and unshaken to meet what comes and what it did not foresee

I had come to believe that hand a wrathful one and I thought that men had not inquired sufficiently into miracles of destruction

Do not wander without a purpose, but in all your impulses render what is just

It is only since God died that the destiny of the world has become our responsibility

They sing backwards, in human voices. Satan. You gotta live for Satan. Master Satan. The message that they have altogether, that they wanted you to hear, in subliminal way, or in reverse, is this

All creatures relate to god by relating to other creatures

This one was a failure, and it had to be because it was written by a pillar of salt

Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is

That’s how the madness of the world tries to colonize you: from the outside in, forcing you to live in its reality.

He said that the world was sentient to its core and secret and black beyond men’s imagining and that its nature did not reside in what could be seen or not seen

We are much too horrible for this nice place

The order which the righteous seek is never righteousness itself but is only order

Would you like to leave me your home telephone number?

acrylic on moleskine, 7"x5"

A moment is never long enough to account for tragedy when you are in it. (The Yellow Birds)

At times I think the past itself is a disease (Patrick Lane)

We all got born so afraid And still search for words To describe that pain (A Silver Mt. Zion)

"Buildings tower. The light comes. To know the source of such things is to know our place in the world

That same endless lesson about the shapes that loneliness can take

He spoke aloud, a priest officiating at the eucharist of his own body. 'I am the island'

Nowhere has the number zero been more of philosophical value than in The United States

Slow Riot for A New Zero

Protest without Complaint

Lives on the line where dreams are found and lost

This great evil, how did it steal into the world?

I ain’t no wobbly, no pinko Commie; let’s start the end times right now!

This is getting to be, this getting to be, drone

ink on rag, 11"x7.5"

"I know who I am. And after all these years, there's a victory in that"

"Aluminum, it tastes like fear. Adrenaline, it pulls us near"

"[His] only goal was to live long enough to establish goals worth living for still longer"

Iltis

"Time walks beside us and flings back shutters as we advance" (Erewhon)

Self portrait

acrylic on moleskine, 7"x5"

acrylic on moleskine, 7"x5"

So death created time in order to grow the things that it would kill.

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