Making this choice is not difficult for me. Being born an artist I wouldn’t have it any other way. I am missing the boat that they’re on and they are missing the one that I am on.
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I am a tee-totaller
I gave up on the insanity of alcohol. I moved to another world called Planet Sobriety. It’s filled with laughter, deep thought, friends, nutrition, Crossfit, surfing, playing music, painting. All the things I wanted to do but couldn’t. When I drank. I do not miss alcohol. Nor the expense. Be it monetary, emotional or just plain trouble.
*This photo was taken on my iPhone11 on a trip to San Jose, Costa Rica. It is a mural painted on a highway column in the center of Liberia, Costa Rica.
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Last night, I gathered with twenty two other Jacksonville writers. We had a party. Hosted by Brad and Darlyn Kuhn, at their Trout River Home, it couldn’t have been better. It was a comfortable setting, with a beautiful view.
Our motive for gathering was to meet each other, and to read our writings.
Most there were professionals. All were talented. It was an enlightening experience.
After committing, to this party participation, I believe writers are a somewhat like skaters. You put yourself out there. Getting up to read is like climbing up the pipe, knowing your getting ready to make the drop. If you don’t climb, if you don’t go, there’s nothing. But if you do, and you take that chance, you can fly. And like the skaters, the writers have bit the dust and practiced enough, to be able to put on a good show. Each take their turn. They support one another, and have fun, including ups and downs.
JaxbyJax.com is community. It’s about Jacksonville, Florida. It’s about making our hometown a better place. It’s a gathering and it takes heart!
One must be strong ~ to be a writer.
This is the advertisement for the event which is happening next week, October 15th and 16th, at the Jesse DuPont Center, which I am fond of calling, the old Haydon Burns Library. 40 East Adams St.
Come out and support your local writers, watch them skate. They make some tricky turns. It’s heady and colorful. It’s art and it’s free!
Open this link for particulars ~ https://www.jaxbyjax.com
We Are Gifted With Their Stories
See you at the park!
JT LeRoy
I found you yesterday, in a Netflix documentary. How did I miss you all of those years. Where was I?
There are happenings that can go undetected. It seems impossible, when they are so visible. Continue reading JT LeRoy
The Family Finances
Internal thoughts have a way of surfacing, lingering, and then diving to the nadar of my existence, only to break through my encephalon, carrying crayons. I must have a window to spend time staring out of. It creates a division of mental gymnastics, pulling thread through my thoughts and gluing glitter across the nature on the other side of the pain. Continue reading The Family Finances
The Fearless Fish
Every year on our island, we have a festival celebrating shrimp. Our town, Fernandina Beach, Florida, is the birthplace of the industry, in the United States.
I remember the first shrimp boat race that I went to. It’s many years in the past, but I vividly recall the sun on the water, and the people on the dock. We were spectators to a highly, unusual event. Shrimp boats, decorated with colorful flags were “racing” towards us, on the intercostal waterway.
Every one always cheered for the Dixie Queen. It was the pride of the local fleet. Continue reading The Fearless Fish
Art is ~
What art is, in reality, is in the missing link, not the links that exist. It is not what you see that is art; art is the gap. ~ Marcel Duchamp
Cosmic Infinity
Although largely forgotten after departing the New York art scene in the early 1970s, Kusama is now acknowledged as one of the most important living artists to come out of Japan, and an important voice of the avant-garde.
Her current show is Infinity Mirrors and it is breathtaking.
On CBS this morning, after a brief discussion, about the artist and her life, the hosts asked the spokesperson for Yayoi, “is she happy.”
My jaw dropped. I am perpetually surprised at the weird world that I live in.
The Creation Story
Everybody has one.
I was going through old journals this morning. Hand written. Obviously, back from the days when I use to draw. A long time ago.
Life has changed. People have changed.
Bocas del Toro is no longer the hidden spot that it once was.
I have been re-born 4908 times, since the day I did the skeletal drawing.
Each day a new beginning.
Each day a new creation.
Vision
Vision
Fish Eye Farm 