and then add a bit of this
followed by a whole bunch of this
and a dash of this
and a whole pant load of this
and I’ll think you see what I mean ~ and if you’re still on the slay ride then you can crank a little bit on this
gotter up ona corner ~ and THE corner here
in the The Victory Center @ 2 Kensington Road
I am so proud of the work being done here it would take a post every day just to keep up ~ even the scraps on the table look pretty cool ~
So here is a sample from the last 6 weeks or so
mostly aquatic animals for now
with a few curve balls thrown in just to keep things spicy
and a little something more to grow on
the evolution on this one was outstanding ~
this was around the mid-point = in the horizontal orientation
so much stuff ! it’s spillin’ out in the hallway ! ! ~ can’t wait to see what happens next ! ! !
Back into teaching again
it is both humbling and inspiring
to be working again with people who are free
at least they appear to be
freer than me
see what I mean?
I didn’t mean that to sound as provocative as it does. But what the hell it kinda says what it means ~ working the high wire without a net – tight margins – no wiggle room . . . you get the idea.
The ‘real’ chickens are now tucked in my cousins freezer in Idaho while I made my fourth trip across the Great Basin in three months. All that open space time does something to your brain ~ or at least it did sum thin to mine.
As part of an expansive experience it plays in my imagination as an equal to my time at Art Camp
These experiences stand in sharp contrast to the heart wrenching time back east with the family. Perhaps itz a hangover from all the buddha stuff but I find it more painful now to watch loved ones suffer than to bear my own.
So now back in CA I find myself attempting to makes cents out of it all since I am kindov addicted to that sort of thing. Seems like there should be sum profit from all that pain. Maybe ? Time space will tell . . .
For now I’ve adopted the chorus from Leonard Cohen’s Anthem as my mantra:
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in