Three Takes on the Invisible

On theme of artists versus their work. I'm posing live in front of some of my prior image work.

Self Centered

Entry for this week's Single Frame Stories Challenge

I found a dozen decades old journals the other night that had been hiding in a box on a basement shelf. As I skimmed through hundreds of pages of deep thoughts and passionate opinions, it felt like I was reading someone else’s diaries. I had no memory of writing them and only scattered resonance with the ideas and opinions expressed.

Although there’s a correlation between the person I am today and the author of those journals, if I could teleport through time and meet him, the only thing in common would be our name, shared memories and a passing resemblance.

Joyous Travelers

This is the musical version of a Shatoetry I created for Crap Mariner's SL10B installation.

soaring

beyond

past

trauma

and

fear

we

are

joyous

travelers

living

our

beautiful

dreams

through

an

epic

journey

The Art of Balance

An entry for this week's Single Frame Stories Challenge

The art of balance is all about managing weight. At first thought, taking on the lightest possible load seems the best strategy. It’s not.

Gravity requires sufficient mass to ground us within its stabilizing embrace. Without enough well-arrayed ballast, a stray gust of wind would send us flying topsy turvy; a passing fancy could shanghai us into insensible service; or a glancing blow from the hand of fate might knock us down into dark despair.

Over time, a well-weighted garland of burdens strengthens the will, opens the heart and fosters an equilibrium that’s immune to misfortune or boon.

Why Me?

Underlying crowd scene photo courtesy James Cridland

I’ve lived a pretty charmed life for the past fifty years. I’ve never known hunger, grew up in a loving home, always had a safe place to live, worked at jobs with opportunity for growth and learning, had a lifetime of satisfying creative pursuits, enjoyed twenty years and counting in a great marriage, and have two children who are thriving.

I got some unexpected bad health news recently and thought for a moment, “Why me?” It only took an instant to realize that the better question was “Why not me?” No one is exempt from the radical uncertainty of life.