And She Shrugged

It is so out of vogue to recognize the value of property rights, the value of the contract, in starting this nation of ours. I learned it well and appreciate it for a high value to all of our lives.

A gift for a dear friend who made me read a book. Strange how calm I feel looking at my own painting. In some moments I feel like a grain of sand in the wind.

Anyway my friend it's finally done. Only took me three years and a lot of dilly dally as I decided if it was any good. 

Fine or not Fine, Ode to the Global Pandemic [and EVERYTHING else] 2020

The year is such a year as to make even me- tired and dreary with work- rekindle my artistic spirit. 

Am I a drunk or artist or athlete or something else? Do I wander through this moment of race riots and the loss of Hong Kong's freedom while drinking a beer looking out a window watching the sun on the leaves of the trees so lucky because my cousin is stuck in her apartment in the dark and I'm afraid of my own shadow and need a mask to cover my face. A man dies and the painting I created is already out of date, but I still love my friends  and I speak out at the horror and mayhaps I'll have another beer. I suggest you drink along with me and welcome to 2020.

You'll never have another like it.

Moment of Zen - A Tree Line

The Treeline From My Window - Global Pandemic 2020

Moment of Zen - Spring 2020

Feeling Out the Colors Again

Having discarded art for awhile, the feeling of picking it up again is as that of an unused muscle, flabby and strange. The use of space and color feels awkward and slow. In a way it's a relief, knowing that to be good at anything takes time. Life really is anything you pick and you create that life around what you have selected. 

Starting Fresh with a Global Pandemic

I left the desert and came the green northwest and dove into a new job, promptly drowning myself with my commitment to learning the work and world and committing fully to it's challenges. 

This global pandemic has left me in the fascinating moment of revisiting old parts of self and trying to recall what I want or who I am or where I'm going. 

It seems to lure me with the most horrible parts of myself- obsessions run wild and rampant. I dive headfirst into wine or television or and more and or. My life focus of having goals with purpose and meaning askew.

It seems to lure me with the best parts of myself - I've committed time to writing and artwork, and spend every day doing a little of something. Old sense of self drifts forward and I recall that 5 minutes of pure silence- no phone, no computer, no tv, no podcast - it is pure bliss. I can witness spring happening, watching out my window as the soft colors build back into the true colors that herald summer. 

This is a good time to start fresh and be something more complete as a person for all of us. What has become lost returns - philosophy, time of contemplation, thinking independently and not being persuaded by the endless messaging thrown at us all in the guise of intellect and confidence. 

Be yourself.