…will never be met. I find my expectations lead me to a fictional oasis of hope and desire…these expectaions only exist in a menatal universe. The real magic for me is rooted in Beginners Mind…here everything is radiant and anchored in actual experience. So all that Doo-Dah from my last post is the result of my expectations not being met. I hope those who follow my blog realize that I never named the exact location of my failed experience…so there it shall remain. Case closed…moving on. And that brings me to the Paisley Cowboy, my dear Muse Jimmy Ray's other monicer. The Paisley Cowboy and I have been hanging in the creative ethers since way back in the days of the Flea Market in Sausalito…well it seems my friend the Paisley Cowboy is cookin' up some funky adorned things in my studio and they will be on view for the public at large on April One of this year…four years ago on April One…we broke ground for the Chapel of Jimmy Ray….I am going out on a limb, with both the Paisley Cowboy and Jimmy Ray to declare that the Chapel will be officially open next February…stay tuned and without expectation….
Ahhhh … the Flea Market in Sausalito .. those were the days. I suppose it’s Karma Kick-back that the shopping mall that replaced it has never done very well? I surely do miss it. Where are the negatives of my photos from those days. There’s a job for me when I have nothing else to do …