Saginaw fireworks July 2011
Well, good day to you. I am writing today, its novel to feel this word inspiration again. I have not been able to document my experience this last year. It’s all been so, well in a word, crazy. I have run the gamut from below ground to acceptance and now on to finish line of new beginnings. The act of public journalism for more than 7 years is hard to stop. In the first years it was an exhilarating experience. Blogging was new and the world was full of voyeurs willing to comment. Now a days, it’s the opposite, there are so many blogs out there that its hard to find readers and even harder to find commenters. In a way I am glad that the world may not be listening to me at this moment. I am recovering from life, I am vulnerable and unsure. I feel naked and exposed. The art is really starting to flow again and it is feeling good and real. I have seemed to changed styles again while I was resting. Its more abstract than its ever been, but honestly, that’s how I feel these days…abstract. I feel the pull of life goes on. I feel the burden of the daily grind. I feel the clock ticking. I feel everything and sometimes I feel the center of nothing too. Dealing with a body that is in rebellion and a spirit that is flagging at times is hard work. When the art comes it comes hard and fast and very real. It’s difficult to document all that processing. I feel like a firework on the fourth of July, blown apart and beautiful.
So my confession? I know you, you are like okay, now get on with it….eh, uhm…I don’t know what I am doing. I am a drift. I am aimless and uncertain. I am in a word, exploring. Exploring the truly unknown. The adventure is a foot and I simply don’t know what I am doing anymore. Here’s to the not knowing…
Raw & radiant,
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