In Silent Passage - Text and Visual Art by Chris DeRobertis (Dero)

// Saturday, January 30, 2010

Today's Tendril...

Balance is precarious in a world rife with ethical, moral, and spiritual extremes.

Today's Tendril...

A nightmare: Arriving at the plateau of complacency and then hunkering down.

// Sunday, January 24, 2010

Today's Tendril...

To separate expectation from actuality is to live in the moment...is to be part of the ever present now.

// Sunday, January 03, 2010

Tendrils 8

You know it's quiet when you can hear the soft crackling of a bubble bath.

Beauty that does not inspire has either become commonplace or cruel.

10! - 9! - 8! - 7! ...

The seconds prior to midnight on New Year's Eve are no more or less precious than the seconds after midnight.

1 ··· 2 ··· 3 ··· 4 ...

To be a "giant among men" and a ghost or stranger to your family—to love—is failure.

Two paths in life, but never more.
Zero tolerance for mistakes.
One path leads to salvation, the other to damnation.
"Zero-to-hero" only takes a lifetime of choices...

Resolutions made on a whim break as easily as a glass (half full) shatters when it hits the floor.

About

This collection penned during the "in between moments" on New Year's Eve, 2009, and early AM 2010.

© Copyright 2010 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Thursday, December 31, 2009

Watching snow flakes paint the empty road white and coat the sky-facing sides of leafless branches.

A pine tree is illuminated with Christmas lights.

A squirrel runs along a stone wall, stops, gets up on its hindquarters, and becomes a statue of light snow.

The New Year already looks promising...

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Wednesday, December 30, 2009

Tendrils 7: Fallen

If the possibilities are truly endless, then they're only gated by the locks of the mind.

Finished, complete, and done are merely states of relativity.

Tendrils of the imagination come and go like a ghost in the night; like a ghost in the mind.

2022 Remix

Tendrils of the imagination come and go like the wisps of smoke that rise and vanish from the flame of the candle that’s illuminating the page — and the moment.

Hope not only renews (the heart, mind, and soul), but it adapts to the world outside our windows — and to the worlds within our minds.

2022 Remix

Adaptation and renewal work for nature and hope alike.

Passion becomes intensity. Intensity becomes rapture. Rapture becomes everything.

Sometimes all we need is the tranquility of solitude, found beneath the moonbeams of a cold winter night.

Evolution is a historical view.

Adaptation is the here and now.

Expectation is a burden to carry.

Anticipation is a double-edged sword.

Every Autumn leaf finds its own path to the earth.

Simplicity is like the beast waiting in the tall grass, or the creature with many tentacles lurking in the depths of a lake, or the red-eyed thing moving under the bed.

Intentions are like ghosts: They come and go in the blink of an eye.

Patience and perseverance go hand-in-hand.

And are often accompanied by frustration and iteration.

About

-Tendrils 1 and 2 are based on text in the About section of the image, "Fallen (Possibilities)."
-Tendrils 3 and 4 appear in Today's Tendril… posts (2009.11.09 and 2009.11.29).
-Tendril 5 is taken from the text in the About section of the image, "Fallen (I See Red)."
-Tendrils 6 is based on the text in the About section of the image, "Fallen (Blue Serenity)."
-All other Tendrils are exclusive to this collection.

Updated 20220725

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

Fallen Series Image Collage

About

All of the images in the Fallen Series in a single eye full.

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Today's Tendril...

When the clouds thicken to green,
Soon the wind will become mean.

// Monday, December 28, 2009

Fallen (Possibilities)

// Saturday, December 26, 2009

Today's Tendril...

I trust my soul to faith (in God, in Christ, in love).

For everything else, I want to see the data (the facts, the figures, the processes — the proofs).

// Friday, December 25, 2009

Today's Tendril...

Wisdom and perseverance are not the same things, though the former may come from surviving the latter, while the latter will only come from applying the former.

// Saturday, December 19, 2009

Today's Tendril...

Fear not the gift, but the gift-giver.

Then fear the gift.

// Saturday, December 12, 2009

Red Fir (Christmas Tree 2009)

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About

Red – a fitting color for this holiday season: Love, Santa, blood of the Savior, anger (the "Christmas crazies"), decorations, Rudolph's shiny nose, blinking lights, holly berries, and presents.

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Monday, December 07, 2009

Three Tendrils for Today

If content is king, then context is queen, and subtext is the devil in disguise.

The fool and the wise man are the ears of interpretation.

A good life: Many blessings, few regrets, and your integrity whole.

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

Today's Tendril...

To question integrity—in yourself and in others—is to get to the heart of the matter; to get to the heart of what matters.

// Sunday, November 29, 2009

Today's Tendril...

Hope springs eternal, even when the heart aches.

Ghost Green

A glow –
Wispy.
Fleeting.
Unsettling.

A breath,
a blink,
a chill.

All that remains:
A mist of ghost green.

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

Today's Tendril...

Tendrils of the imagination come and go like a ghost in the night; like a ghost in the mind.

Fallen (Ghost Green)

About

Leaves, ice, and a specter of Spring, all colored by the imagination.

Tendrils of the imagination come and go like a ghost in the night; like a ghost in the mind.

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

Today's Tendril...

Hope not only renews (the heart, mind, and soul), but it adapts to the world outside our windows — and to the worlds within our minds.

Fallen (Ever Green)

About

Leaves, ice, and a whisper of Spring in the bleakest of Winter, all colored by the imagination.

Hope not only renews, but it adapts to the world outside our windows — and to the worlds within our minds.

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Fallen (I See Red)

About

Leaves, ice, and sunset, all colored by the imagination.

Passion becomes intensity. Intensity becomes rapture. Rapture becomes everything.

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Sunday, November 22, 2009

Today's Tendril...

No road goes on forever — except the one in your heart.

Alternate Version

No road goes on forever — except the one in your mind.

// Saturday, November 21, 2009

Today's Tendril...

Sometimes we need to test the limits of our weaknesses in order to find out how strong we truly are (or can become).

// Friday, November 20, 2009

Today's Tendril...

I'm not interested in learning everything there is to know.

Instead, I'm living everything there is "to be."

// Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Today's Tendril...

Sometimes the world is round.
Sometimes the world is flat.
And sometimes... The world just doesn't exist at all.
Such is the expanse that is laid bare,
in silent passage,
on a mental voyage.

// Sunday, November 15, 2009

Face-to-face [poem]

We're face-to-face – yet again.
Such is the fate of proximity.

There's nothing that can be said that isn't already revealed in the alcohol on your breath,
and the dull, disconnected look in your glazed eyes.
They reveal a graying mix of twilight and fog.

You speak of stark, cold reality,
but you're nothing but a ghost in a shell,
spewing inconsistent truths,
and jagged lies.
Slurred words from a blurred mind.

There's no mirror clear enough,
or deep enough,
or wide enough,
to reflect all the demons that you carry on your back,
that ride your shoulders,
that stay tangled in your hair,
that you wear like a noose around your neck.
If only you could see what I see.

We're opposite sides of the human coin, me and you,
yet here we stand,
once again,
face-to-face,
and I don't know what to say.

But I do know where we stand.

This text composition is a work of fiction. Names, places, institutions, events, incidents, characters, persons, locations, and/or organizations either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Full Creative Writing Disclaimer.

Today's Tendril...

Sometimes inspiration is the by-product of proximity.

Sometimes it's an amalgamation of circumstances and inner dialogue.

Most of the time, though, we're simply seized by inspiration—and squeezed by it (tightly).

Alternate Version

Art is an amalgamation of circumstances and inner dialogue.

Face-to-face [image]

About

The image is based on the last line in the "Face-to-face" poem (literally) and relates to the broader meaning of the poem (abstractly).

© Copyright 2009 Christopher V. DeRobertis. All rights reserved.

// Thursday, November 12, 2009

Today's Tendril...

People that throw caution to the wind probably spit into the wind, too.