Active participant. Instant. Involved. Daily process. Workout. Exercise. Body and mind and soul. Pump oxygen. Clean out system. Dirt. Debris. Push filth through molded drainage ditch filled with all of your impropriety's. All of your sins and all of your polluted energies.
I'm skipping rope now. Skipping hope now. I will not wait for miracles to happen but stand on the sholdiers of legends and throw stones through stone mansion walls. Knock holes into gold pedestals of idols booted and scooted out of our American dreams.
Seizing the day. Seizing my life by making choices that will demonstrate, teach and tutor honesty, integrity, and lust for a better life. Lust for role models who model on the cat walk of the everyday life.
I remember sitting in the isle at Star Wars. I was a little child. I watched as the story scrolled by in large white text applied to a star filled sky. I remember watching E.T. as he nearly died and I cried. This was my heroic suburban epic told to me by Hollywood. Spoon fed and fancy free. Wrongs and rights given through stories told on screens more vivid than any Bible School summer day spent sweating puberty.
One day I will wake and take my life. Make my life with high obligation and high moral standing. Become immortal. While sitting in my screened in Florida room with my 50 inch flat panel monitor heaven, surround sound. While looking at my grandaughter's Kodak gallery. Give me back to the heavens. Lift me up to eternity.
5 comments:
thanks bro.
I still want to be a hero. Maybe I'll have to start defining it on how I raise my girl instead of how much money I have or how my artwork is received.
I still have this crazy idea I can make a living as an artist one day. Don't know how to achieve it. Don't know if all of us have what it takes. One might have the skill level, and soul, but lack the marketability or drive?
But maybe I'll just pull a Henry Darger and make art. Keep it to myself, and know that in my mind I am my own hero. Haven't figured it out yet. Although, truth be told Henry was a little nuts.
At least I can live my life truthfully and justly.
I would love to talk to you about how to square myself away. I feel like I've taken my eyes off of the prize. My current prize is my wife and little girl, but now I think I'm focused enough to get back to business.
thanks so much...
thanks buddy.
I'm making the work. Now I need to know what to do with it.
They didn't teach us that in school. Make lots of slide and send everyone a packet. I don't have the budget for that.
That's what my web site is for, but it seems they don't even want to look at web sites for some reason?
I know this is not what you are interested in hearing, but I think that the notion of the undiscovered artist who creates out of a need to create, compulsively even, only to be discovered at some late date is terribly romantic. Of course, you would never want the discovery to come so late that there is no time left to enjoy the benefits, but you're really still quite young. Continue on your path and fate will find you when the time is right. You've always had the talent, now you just need the luck.
Lucky. Could you give me some luck my dear friend?
Thanks for the props on my talent.
I would like to see some more of your lawyerly writing style that you had in earlier comments.
And of course more photos.
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