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Life in Transit#1, project participant, 2012
Welcome to ‘Following the Moon’ and a time to begin to take action to negate any negativity as you find it. There’s not ever been a better time to take and extend good care. The above image is from the public art project that I’ve designed . . . → Read More: Following the Moon: Can You Taste It?
Natural You Are, Drozda, 2004, 8×8" Mixed/wood, private collection “We are the music-makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams, World-losers and world-forsakers, Upon whom the pale moon gleams, . . . → Read More: Following the Moon: We are the Movers and Shakers The Four Directions, (detail) Drozda, 2004, White ink on black board 8×10" October is the Experience month of the year. Have you been noticing the way that the last 18 days have unfolded for you? It’s quite something to simply allow this to be a glimpse, a mini clip or trailer, of what 2011 . . . → Read More: Following the Moon: The Light Heart The evenings in the late summer garden are intoxicating with the scent of the Angel’s Trumpet swirling in through the window’s on the night breeze. I am saying thank you to All That Is for the ability to look back using the art form of the memoir. It allows a space for the gaze . . . → Read More: Angels Surround As the day winds down I realize I have nowhere to go. No home to return to. No sense of direction. On the beach I see a familiar face. A girl that I know from the clubs still lingering at the shore. We talk for a while and we agree that I . . . → Read More: No Where to Run to He can tell immediately that I am in trouble; injured. Traumatized. He is kind. Places his arm about me. There is no concept of time. He helps me. I clean myself up. After a while he opens a briefcase that he placed inside the door when he entered. He finds what he’s looking . . . → Read More: Lucy in the Sky This memoir began with the June 8 post and this chapter will conclude August 21. As I sit at the table giving myself time to prepare for the long drive home I hear footsteps approaching the back door. I sit stock still. The door opens. A man walks in. I don’t . . . → Read More: Someone is Approaching This is a brief memoir about early art’s education/influences: Time has no meaning. Eventually I make my way slowly down the two dark flights of stairs. I turn to the left at the bottom moving into the silent kitchen. I ease down onto the long wooden bench at the kitchen/picnic table. My eye . . . → Read More: Further Down the Rabbit Hole Being raised Catholic I now know that I will be burning in hellfire for all eternity. I am clearly no angel. I have been dragged into the bowels of darkness and am lying in the aftermath. Deeply damaged. Changed in all ways. It’s still Sunday. There are no sounds rising up from the . . . → Read More: I’m no angel You know when you’re exhausted and you pass out and when you wake up you’re disoriented… not sure what day it is or what time of day it is? It was like that with a lot of burning. Pain. I lay still. Listening. There is no sound. this graphic done using Sumo.This . . . → Read More: Seeing in the Dark |
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