Looking is finding

I lost myself today, put down somewhere, on a shelf, or in a pocket, like a lonely love letter, tucked away in a favorite book, or in a dusty corner, with the dangling spiderwebs, I became a thread unraveled, or did I turn to lint, after some belly button picking stint, I may have turned […]

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If I knew anything, I know now, I knew nothing!

Waiata, waiata, waiata, waiata, waiata, waiata, uplifted voices men voices woman, waiata, waiata, waiata, waiata, surrounded, the music the dance we play as I think of my New Zealand. Away from a home that always felt a home away from home but not a home. As I looked out from my footsteps into the turquoise […]

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No, it’s just dust in my eye.

Am I losing my edge, I’m not sure anymore just where the edge is, as we step forward and peer down there is no darkness or the abyss seeing it’s all solid ground under foot, no two step, no shuffle, no rush without fear gripping at our hearts, hearts beat steady one two tempo, quickening […]

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Count Falkenstein’s Brazil

A great place to begin, richness in landscape people a vast wondering place to begin again. I found my beginning in a dream dancing with a beauty of grace and charm enchanting. Captured by a dream we both dreamed begun on threads of thoughts, our love of Tarkovsky, both of them, poetry and film, film […]

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Before words, I am

An old friend sent me this photo just the other day from the mid 80’s. I was an ernest 25 year artist, lol, seems funny to me now with all these years under my belt. And all that this life lived in the arts either actively creating for myself or working on film productions. teaching […]

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