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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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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