Out of the blues



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Time to move



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The Solo Artist


I hate walking into a gallery that is quiet, each footstep being heard.  My art along with so many other artist are worked on with noise noise noise all around them. Messy studios, pot ashes, wine glasses, music playing. discussion within our selves on design problems. So many highs and lows of creating. 

There is a zone that I go into when I am working on a photograph or a painting.....interruptions can't happen.....it is hard to go back to where you were, deep in your mind, when you have to leave your creation.

Faces faces faces
I see you, I blow you up on my computer so I can see every detail of your skin, your clothes your jewelry you tattoos your birth marks....I see you magnified...but only skin deep. Sometimes I see expressions on your faces that I have felt in myself. 
I am a street photographer....you are rushing by, I am always rushing and I snap a quick photo. On my computer I look at you and love every detail I can see. I become intimate with your face but not with your consciousness. 


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I have aged during Pandemic. I have discovered Korean Drama and sit hour upon hour watching, not moving, decaying.
I argue with the 3 me's inside my mind. In the beginning we all came together to understand Covid.

 I love SciFi and Contagion was one of my favorites along with The Stand and so many more.  So when I was sitting in my chair on the alley side at night, I saw a satellite traveling north west to north east I was excited. Then I saw another one following that one...then two side by side on the same path, then single one, well this continued and my minds couldn't understand....one said it was because I was stoned. the other me went back over all the scenarios, the wealthy leaving Earth, missiles heading for the east coast...I decided to go to bed, this was way too abstract. 

(Look up SpaceX, Starlink)


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