Category Archives: reality vs life

A taste of summer



Bin over a year since a revisited this baby. I prolly oughta shoulda ketchup

Well we can start here
go on ~ click it ~ ya know ya wanna !

and then add a bit of this

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followed by a whole bunch of this

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and a dash of this

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and a whole pant load of this

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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

a new LOOK

gotter up ona corner ~ and THE corner here
in the The Victory Center @ 2 Kensington Road

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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 ~

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So here is a sample from the last 6 weeks or so

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mostly aquatic animals for now

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with a few curve balls thrown in just to keep things spicy

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and a little something more to grow on

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the evolution on this one was outstanding ~

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this was around the mid-point = in the horizontal orientation

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so much stuff ! it’s spillin’ out in the hallway ! ! ~ can’t wait to see what happens next ! ! !

New Seeds

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Back into teaching again

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it is both humbling and inspiring

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to be working again with people who are free

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at least they appear to be

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freer than me

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see what I mean?

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playing chicken with myself


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