In the midst of what could be tragedy...it has been consistently turned into creative flow and permission to grow...in flight letting energy exchange be the predominant focus presently.
Finally finished my physical therapy for my injuries...still have a torn verterbrae but dealing with it...
Signed the bankruptcy papers yesterday...and the flash flood warnings and thunderstorm twisted my fence without mercy...
Goes to show that even when you plan for life...it doesn't always turn out the way one would like it to-perfect packages are not the ones we learn from or grow from...it is the shattered unraveled and tatered and torn that shapes our hearts, our courage and our spirit in the face of adversities.... and yet in the midst of all this confusion and emotional roller coaster it is the beauty of creating that makes it all okay.
Being an artist is the most profound experience because it takes you places that others cannot and it helps you rise above banal existence... to evoke the presence of one's mark in the universe....to hold for a glimpse.... re-create an entire reality one understands in principle for a moment without bearing wounds to others without telling tales of woe..one stands as a warrior and catches the magic of wonder...
In pieces separated by abstraction bruised and numbed -but alas making art .. a trapped butterfly in the vast wasteland where laws are not always fair and life is not always equal... art - a vehicle for a powerful purpose greater than I. This is not about money....it will never be equated with that. Perhaps it is greater than life itself... for the genius and the passion never fail in the process.... of making ART. I make art to live.....
My artwork is cathartic , my poetry , my writing is induced by the lives of artists ... it is relative.... to make art....
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