……..it has been awhile since I checked into this blog area……it has been a busy time…things have been quite successful at the Chapel of Jimmy Ray…we were in Mexico City….then house guests arrived (Perry and Doug) and it has been full tilt with dinners and excursions and studio and Wheels our Beloved Dog Queen has a cancer scare and Bill Weber was down from SF and we showed his film, We Were Here at the Biblioteca and we are going back to Mexico City on Tuesday with Doug, Perry and Carol Wheeler and I have to really get moving in the studio/gallery/home front when I return with Richard and Semana Santa is coming up and Spring is in full blown flower and seeds to plant and beads to string and tiles and mosaics and dots and that kind of stuff…..and this……and that….seeing…being……listening….. and more of this…
Archives for March 2012
A Blend of That Which Never Ends…….
……and that which grows…….yes: This is Life! I came home this afternoon after making some good business with my art and when I got here: the mantle had separated from the wall in our upstairs bedroom…..and well…I do not do well in crisis…luckily Carlos and his brother are here to fix it because I have a big tour coming out tomorrow…so some cosmetic surgery is in order…huge cracks will need to be mended….plus things need to be re-arranged in the Gallery before 10am tomorrow…….this is the hand that I have been dealt….In this photo…I am pointing to what happened……Such is Life…..
Escaping Oklahoma……(The Dust Bowl of the Mind)…..
……I was born in Oklahoma where the wind goes whipping down the plain…but I felt there was nothing there that smelled so sweet, other than the wind of opportunity that blew from West to East: the opportunity of movement pointing to get the hell away. I always felt that there had been some kharmic mistake and that I was really from Huntington Beach…but alas…I was Sooner born and Sooner bred…but I knew I would not be Sooner dead. There was something really creepy about the place…embarrassment hung in the air…to this day, I believe it was all the bad press that Okies got when fleeing the Dust Bowl. But quite frankly, the Dust Bowl of the Mind has never vacated Oklahoma. More to the point…it is the vacancy in the minds of many people who inhabit that State…that forced my escape…I was out of there at 19 and have probably been back maybe a dozen times over the years…which brings me to R. Santorum…the Jerk- off of all Jerk-offs…the main enchilada of the 17th Century plate of bile that this man inhabits…and tonight I learned that he won the Republican Vote in Oklahoma…forcing me to write this blog entry….I shake my head…I shake my head…and I bow down to that child in me that knew he had to go elsewhere…and that….I have done…I can observe from time to time from a far off vantage point…I shake my head…..I shake my head……The Dust Bowl of the Mind…….
Following the Groove…..
……..that is my only choice. And like Manchas who is seen here drinking from the fountain at the Chapel….I need to refresh myself. SInce the Opening we have had a number of visitors. So my time is spent in the studio and the Gallery…I need to find a way to get this more organized and grown-up/real life…people are interested in seeing what we have done and I really enjoy that fact…and……I also need to work. I have a busy week ahead of me…..work…gallery…..clients…..a Museum tour from a reputable collection in Washington D.C…….so breathing….exhale…..inhale….do my chores…chop the wood (not really)……..um uh like carry…..no drink water…..embrace "what is"… 'cuz, darlin' friends……..that is all there is….I am fortunate to follow the Groove……