Nonsense and Hopeful Songs

Nine lifetimes have passed while music in stars turned me into the right person to tell us this tale. Another might try to have you believe day to day nature is all we are. Bluntly, that is horseshit. Being human necessarily means being made up of little specks of the vast cosmos.

Nasty skeptics will tell you I never could have written this. Blinding belief in certainty of their science. Many see me as retarded. I’m kind of slow in my movements but that’s very literally the only way in which that word applies to. My mind races very blazingly fast. In my sleep, big words fill my dreams. I bribe my brain nearly every night just to get some rest. But it’s also exhausting to have to negotiate with your own body.

My art lets me free my mind from the constraints of my junky body. I work in abstract styles so I’m not bound by having the fine motor control of an elephant. My body is free to do its thing. A big way I view my art openly accepts the disconnect between my mind’s look at the subjects and my body’s interpretation.

The words I’ve paired with some images reflect what came in my mind. I don’t suppose my words will necessarily match yours. Nonsense and hopeful songs run through my mind. Quite sure it’s not nearly as hectic in most minds. Where else do hearing impaired angels, poor moutons from Le Petit Prince, and Billy Collins get to mingle together?

I invite you to join on a promenade of joyful discovery in the dark shadows and bright lights of my innermost spaces. Now, onward.