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1107 days ago
the pond is deep deep clear water i am quiet and still the rocks below are far they seem so close it is so clear now i am empty and sinking i finger the golden stones and turn them over but i am not strong the stones i want are big i am lying on the bottom when a precious jewel is sucked into my mouth as i breathe in deep the deep deep water the ruby causes my eyes to see beyond the emerald hearing ears hear hitherto inaudible whisperings from the formless above i remember now where i came from now i can wear my life as a jewel collecting animal i am an animal harvesting pearls tasting ambrosia and nectar
1217 days ago
as much as i hate to complain... just a few words, for the record. they are moving me again without a choice. "they", in my vocabulary, are anyone who is not me. anyway, once again, even in less than a years time.... the powers that be have seen fit to put in the owner's head the jolly idea of completely rearranging the buildings on his property. so i have to find a new place again.
1585 days ago
kind of obsessed with my opera journal and neglected this space. this was a draft i titled limbo on july 28th. i must have been intending to talk about the limbo homelessness causes. when you're sleeping in a car full of paintings and equipment you don't go home until very late or you will not sleep... just sit in the dark and get depressed. you don't know what's happening to your mail and all kinds of business disappears. repercussions of having your computer collecting dust in storage take months to sort out and it can be costly with late fees and fines. i was getting desperate and forlorn sleeping sitting up in my jeep... like a long long plane ride. then every day setting up my little display on venice beach, doing pencil portraits if i was lucky. but mostly i remember fourteen days of not taking in one red cent. the worst of it was that it was a bottom i hadn't deserved. i was ousted from what had become a comfortable freedom in a large room where i could ...
1598 days ago
never a dull moment... i was just getting comfortable and painting again when suddenly out of the blue the manager of the sober living i was in in sylmar decides to throw me out because i parked someone's car in my space as a favor. so now i have 20 days to find a new abode. i am back showing my paintings on the venice boardwalk. for more details see http://www.my.opera.com/I_ArtMan/journal if this doesn't work it's called "food for thought"
1641 days ago
ransom demand as soon as i turned the corner, his lights went on and that ill-omened wail of the siren killed me. i didn't like the way the patrol car was trailing me... in another lane, but following. i tried my cloak of invisibility but it wasn't working and i didn't really think it was necessary to use 'the force'. i wish i had. it all started eight years ago at kennedy airport when my wife, jean, with tears in her eyes, set me free. i was on my way to washington state to take care of my father who, they said had six months to live. bob was over six feet tall and weighed, when i arrived a shocking 109 lbs.. i fattened him up with three healthy meals a day and tempted him with gourmet dishes. in short, i fattened him up to his normal weight which was 155 lbs. i lived at my father's beautful log cabin chalet overlooking the puget sound on camano island for a year and a half and then he died. my three brother's were afraid i was going to cling to the house since my house in pearl ...
