To make a long story very short….I am in Miami with Richard. We are safely away from some some of the worst humidity I have ever encountered and that includes Nashville, Tennesssee (where I also met the Blues). Luckily we are in an air conditioned hotel. Miami is a complete trip….. Very untogether, flat, humid, and ultimately not our scene. We are on a layover back to Mexico enroute from the Columbian Island of Providencia where we just spent the last 8 days doing some painting research with Leigh Hyams and her painting work shop. Jimmy Ray sent us down there to loosen up a bit, especially me. Well we did that and more and also learned a bit about painting at the same time. We hope to be back in Mexico tomorrow…wish us luck….oh to be home again…down in Mexico…I miss our home and all the animals and friends.
Archives for July 2006
It was reported today that Jimmy Ray was sighted on the road to Delores Hidalgo in a car very similar to ours. Later I ran into him down by the small church at the end of our property. He told me he liked to be near existing chapels. He confirmed that he had been out scouting chapels today on the road to Delores (He really wants a home for his artifacts). I was walking the dogs, so I was a bit pre-occupied that they did not run into any more mischevious encounters. So I bid him goodbye under the mesquites. Later on in the day, Carlos saw Jimmy Ray carrying a large yellow cat down the cobbled lane nearby. This all sounds rather bucholic and relentlessly romantic in a Latin sort of rural groove. All these sightings….have any of you seen Jimmy Ray lately? I understand leaving a lit candle in your window does not lure Jimmy Ray out of the shadows…but a plate of yellow dahl would do the trick…..Love
People who read this blog…I believe that there may be more than one of you…anyhow, people who read this blog may wonder why all of a sudden I am spouting off about the derelict president known as George Bush. I need to explain: everytime I open a newspaper or read a news service on the internet, I am confronted by the mega mistakes of his foreign policy. In many ways I feel helpless. What can I do? How do we awaken this fool? My committment to my art takes precedent. I refuse to use my creativity as a weapon or an aggressive and mean spiriited reactionary whining tool. But I just can’t sit here and make these armchair observations… I may be curious orange but sometimes I am furious red. So…..today we are painting the facade of our house….one section is red. That will be the Passion Wall. That is the wall where one can be energized. Where one can turn his or her back on Amerikan misbehavior, remind themselves of the Beauty Way…..and act accordingly
….that’s what I call George W. Bush and what he has done by allowing himself to be President Of the Un-United States. Jimmy Ray has authorized me to erect the Chapel as an act of healing for this planet. Nothing but the best of intentions and the honoring of all those that live there lives creatively will go into the making of this celebratory structure. People get ready, cuz we’re goin’ to the Chapel and we’re gonna make music with all that reaches for the sky and all that listens to the heart beat of the Mother Spirit in this Beloved Earth. In reponse to the stupidity in Washington DC, we will build and expose the Beauty Way. The shame that spreads from the oval office will not be honored here.
.Yesterday we had some visitors to our house. I was showing them around and they were really enjoying themselves. At one point they were viewing the only known existing artifacts referring to the Stations of the Groove. I told the two young men that they referred to the past of Jimmy Ray. Immediately their aunt implied that I was Jimmy Ray. I was taken aback. I asked her if she was sure of her accusations. She said well your name is James Rayburn. I told her my name was Anado and that no one has ever seen myself, James Rayburn McLauchlin or Jimmy Ray at the same time, but that does not mean we are the same person….I mean I think that was what I said…and maybe sometimes I may not know who I am…but isn’t this life about self discovery. Correct me if I am wrong…no one has ever seen me and Johnny Rotten together…does that mean we are the same person? I mean………really….. I mean, it true…like that. Kinda sorta…