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Peter Stuart Lakanen

“Train people well enough they can leave, treat them well enough so they don’t want to.”

—Richard Branson

“Stay hungry, stay foolish.”

—Steve Jobs

All decaf, half sugar cortadito.

Made by The Grandmaster.

What I Miss

I miss the seas and the big lakes, walking along their shores, whether sand or stone, on the edge of the water, on the edge of the land, like that magical nowhere space beyond the edge of time between sleep and wake where The Muses speak and lovers taste the eternity of now with their fingers brushing each other like the heavy branches of a snowy pine grazing the sheltered earth beneath it or so tangled up in each other that it’s difficult to see where each of them begins or ends.

I miss the woods up north where even in July winter’s breath is barely held at bay, and my Mount Olympus is a simple moss-covered outcropping of granite or shale amongst the scarred, white-barked birches and other hardwoods where the wind plays conductor to my chorus of leaves, serenading me, charming me, pleading with me to stay, and I’m like a sailor high upon the mast on the midnight watch and I swear that in the wind I can hear my forlorn love calling my name in the middle of the night, beyond the horizon, unfathomable miles away.

I miss you.

Visualized Quote 047: “…the all or nothing days…” (Frank Miller, SIN CITY)


Dear Followers,

Recently I received some unfortunate news (from a fan of my Facebook page) of art theft in regards to my work. A so called artist based in Canada was publishing my work on his website, Facebook page & Instagram claiming it as his own. He had dragged images from my tumblr blog and my Facebook page and took it an evil step further and decided to make prints from these images for sale. I WAS DEVASTATED.

For starters, I DO NOT DO PRINTS. I would like all the works I sell to be the only original version. This is a personal decision but something I strongly believe in. Also, all the images I post online are low res so his prints wouldn’t be clear. Even worse…he is selling my work at poor quality.

Dear followers, could you please reblog this. I want it to be known that this is a serious issue that artists face when they put their work online.

In case if any of you see what appears to be my work circulating in print form on any social media site please consult me. Once again, I repeat, I do not do prints. If it wasn’t for that lovely fan consulting me of this thief I would not have known and couldn’t file the legal steps I had taken to stop him.

So putting work onllne is a double edged sword. I have copyright now and know the steps to take to stop the illegal sale of my work. My intention is to let you know, so you are aware as you may help me or any other artist out in future. Thank you

Great looking art.  Sucks she had to deal with this problem.

(via jmchello)

Back in 2011, there was a funeral for a tree here in Tallahassee.

Yeah, we kinda like our trees ‘round these parts.

“God is the name by which I designate all things which cross my willful path violently and recklessly, all things which upset my subjective view, plans and intentions and changes the course of my life for better or worse.”

—Carl Gustav Jung

“If you can talk brilliantly about a problem, it can create the consoling illusion that it has been mastered.”

—Stanley Kubrick

Subtlety, thy name is coffee. (Looks like we need to crank up the contrast on this bad boy.)

All decaf, half sugar cortadito.

Made by Mr. Z at the RE3EYE, The Redeye Coffee Shop in Tallahassee, Florida.

The second image is the same photo after twiddling with it using the iPad version of Photoshop (a levels tool would be nice instead of their canned filters).

But most importantly, does this help us see anything in there? I think I see a face. What about you?

“There are known knowns. These are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns. That is to say, there are things that we know we don’t know. But there are also unknown unknowns, the ones we don’t know we don’t know.”

—Donald Rumsfeld

“Every day we slaughter our finest impulses. That is why we get a heartache when we read those lines written by the hand of a master and recognize them as our own, as the tender shoots we stifled because we lacked the faith to believe in our own powers, our own criterion of truth and beauty. Every man, when he gets quiet, when he becomes desperately honest with himself, is capable of uttering profound truths. We all derive from the same source. There is no mystery about the origin of things. We are all part of creation, all kings, all poets, all musicians; we have only to open up to discover what is already there.”

—Henry Miller

(Source: liberatingreality, via gnosticgnoob)

Two Good Things

Wow.  The same day I reach 280 followers (thanks, Everybody!), I get reblogged on fiftythree’s Tumblr.

Thank you to the good folks at fiftythree and you friendly Tumblrists for noticing or otherwise stumbling across (and deciding to sit a spell at) my site.

Be well.