Vincent Van Skull and I are here to announce that I am once again bloggable. Unfortunately I have joined the very large homeless club in the state of California. Be that as it may I am safely installed in my new rented digs about 5 miles up the road in Montara. I have finally broken through the surface after at least 4 months underwater doing the whole cleaning the house, showing the house, packing the house, and then moving the house thing. It was so totally life consuming that now I am fighting to find my focus again and continue my art.
The current community that I'm living in is little more eclectic, a little colder and much foggier than the previous one. Here are some views from my morning rambles around the area:
wonderful garden gates.
I forgot what it was like to have to move out of a place in which I was comfortable and happy. Its strange-but I feel disoriented, depressed and dispossessed. I've been told that I have been very lucky to have found a nice if smaller place to live. Intellectually I know this is true. My landlord is wonderful, the people around me are nice, its a beautiful area full of intriguing homes and Alpacas. But this doesn't feel like luck. It feels like an essential part of me has been stolen and now there is a huge void. No what is truely lucky for me is that I can fill that void with my art. It is Art that I know will bring me focus again. It is my art that will pull me out of my present depression and through any tough times ahead.
I will never forget that for me ART = Survival.
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