A story part one
I have been gone for so long and so many things have occured in the interim; phenomenal things,disastrous things, weird things. I have decided I am now in a mood to write about them and share it with you.
My first year in California was euphoric. The views and beautiful weather kept me in high spirits and almost daily I would rollerblade to the tidal pools and stick myfist into sea anenomes blooming trap, just to feel it close around my hand. I would watch little crabs in conical shaped shells running around, hoping to find food.I would pop the gas bubbles in seaweed, relishing the sound it made. I would bicycle, skate, surf.I had great friends and I discovered alot about myself.I guess all of these things combined inspired art in me, and I began a whirlwind of artistic projects.
First came petroglyphs.I would paint flat river stones in ancient alphabets I decoded, Neo-Etruscan,Hieroglyphics, Incan,Mayan,Maori,native americans and Reiki,African Masks.Innuit,taino.anything to do with ancient culture. Many weekends I would walkthrough the fascinating high end art galleries that line Pacific Coast Highway. I would wander in and out of each one, taking notations,absorbing everything. I realised alot of the art was very doable..and some of mine were alot better that some of the abstract canvases going for a grand. I am still oil painting, making glass and stone jewelry ,air brushing,doing charcoals and oils.
I had the extreme good luck of meeting a pair of gorgeous 18 year old Polish twins who lived next door.They adopted me, both fascinated by me and I carried on a racous relationship with both of them that I can never forget in two lifetimes. Perhaps I will tell that next.
The last 6 months I was in California things seemed to spiral down down down into a toilet for me. Horrible disasters and accidents befell me, along with some very scary incidents. This is too much now, I will tell you tomorrow. This is a long story, but a good story.