Action and motion, real, tangible art, food, genuine real-life friendships and connections, pushing the body to new limits, pushing the mind and heart to new locations and emotional spaces, this is what matters, and this is what is real. Ironically, I am publishing this on the world wide web.. We’re all walking contradictions after all, but I am trying to live very fully in the moment. I later pick with great care my documentation and interpretations of the art I create, the experiences I have. Alas, I claim to be a proud Luddite, but this is the 21st C, so I choose to document this way and not others, because I find this is thoughtful, this has meaning. This is also up for interpretation. It is my stream of consciousness, story, poem, narrative. I find inspiration from the very wise, the very cliche, Kurt Vonnegut.
“If you want to really hurt you parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possible can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.”
July, I feel you
“untitled”- for Taylor Fitzgerald on his 34th birthday
Chocolate cake with vanilla buttercream frosting. I tried to make blue food coloring by boiling red cabbage, but it was too watery and didn’t stick
Carmel, CA- nice waves
Jack’s beautiful wild flowers. I find peace here.
Don Pedro Lake – where we all left our hearts