Life sustaining energy flow in a simple painting of a face on stone. I have given up all my dreams all my hopes needs wants anything to do with anything I think needs to be mine. Sue and I and Zeke are down in New Jersey and it has been cold and snowing February 2010 the storms of the century so they say I have been outside in the cold with Zeke howling wind blowing rain wet cold and pain has taken up a permanent residence but I have learned over time to ignore it the pain I mean. I ran across and article by a museum director I knew once and read about what he’s been doing the last forty years or so. I started to invent scenarios in my head and tried to make some are as ulterior motives entered my brain and all of a sudden I got real tired drained as a matter of fact of my vital energy and the vital momentum and inertia that I have been building as I approach 60 years old. I was 59 on January 30th. Back to the point I was all of a sudden totally drained as I tried to create with motives in mind other than the pure process of creation that I have been developing over the last many years. It occurred to me just this instant as I write this that my time for any reasonable recognition for what I have accomplished during my lifetime. I know and believe my art work is superlative, revolutionary, highly creative and filled with the highest energy levels known to us in this existence. You know, I shouldn’t even be here right now. I should have been dead a number of times but I have persevered in the face of odds and circumstance, some of which that has been self-inflicted and some was just coincidence; then again as in Lawrence of Arabia uttered of Prince Ali uttered “there is no coincidence there is only that which is written.” There is a fine line between insanity and reality, between what you need and what you think you want, but most of the time these two look alike’s can be universes apart, past anything that resembles time or light years, past our pitiful reality past our own revelation. Truth can sometimes be found in places we least expect and more often than not is something we keep avoiding and really do not want to hear, we avoid truth we look past or away from truth, we want nothing to do with it because truth is a personal issue that pierces to the heart of all that we encompass. Face on stone has endured for so many years still alive the paint looks like it was painted just yesterday and these works of art have been outside in the elements for the better part of thirty years. They have acquired a life of their own a being past being a semblance of breath they exist still because they are here for a reason and because they want to be. I am certain that I have fought my life force for nearly sixty years, well maybe not that long because I can remember a time when I was in tune with where I was and what I was supposed to be doing. Somewhere along the line darkness set in and all went wrong floating over to the negative.

Now I feel that things are starting to go the other way turning. I dreamed that two snakes jumped out of the earth and attached themselves to me as I cried out in my sleep for Ma to help me. I know and can feel that the hand that guides my hand is started to take hold of me again and my original hexagram of creativity six solid lines is coming back into focus. I feel a life change coming something really big and positive but it will occur on its own and of its own accord without me or anything else getting in the way. I have to go with where I find energy real and truthful energy energy that sustains not energy that drains. I have to go with the calm intensity that follows the self-sustaining vision of life itself without my interference. I have to go with where my life force takes me. I will run from things that drain me and bath in the spirit of things that give me energy where ever I will find them. Given up on the dreams things that lie behind the curtain the curtain is drawn gone and the things behind are now visible to the mind’s eye still standing naked on that cold lonely hillside that breaks from the darkness as light ascends, renewing itself and the spirit and soul of what goes with it!

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