wow here we are march 28th time just blown in the wind like ashes at the beach. What a blur to really sit back and think about. Staying present is my mantra but still when I look back, it’s a metaphorical sigh of ponderment that begs the question where did it go. The time. It’s a comforting thought that in the blur there are moments to heal, moments to grow, and moments to capture like sound bytes on the tape of life. Blur is life.
Lots has happened since December. I spoke about finishing these large figurative series. Well, I spoke too soon because although I had finished a few I began to get more into it and added more and more. Crazy talk I say. But NOW i am finally releasing the whole lot for gandering, pandering, and conversating. There are something like 6 or 7 pieces that have taken my world over for the last 6-8 months. And boy am I tired of looking at them so please take them all. A truly symbolic series came out of my mind and body. It only is right that they get released in spring with all their bright decadence.
A beautiful fucking thought.
Raise a glass of kombucha (because its noon) and toast to energy exchanges of the highest order and to being your own agent. Agent of change, promotion, and evolution. see you on the next rung.