In restless dreams I walked alone

I have been in absentia for some time. It hasn’t been for lack of wanting to make things, or communicating with this blog. Pondering my quirky nature; and just WHY I feel the need to be so closed about my personal life, I’ve still so many questions. Is the silence really serving, or is it suffocating? I am certain (despite my lack of impeccable grammar) that there is a book inside of me. The life I chose,DSCN2518DSCN2521 or allowed has been atypical for certain. I wonder, really really wonder what would happen should I take to the written word like it is a canvas. Would the words be soft and soothing, or would they come flying out of me like a verbal Jackson Pollack, spewing expletives here and there with wild abandon, crushing my own pre-concieved notions of right and wrong? Would I format this like a typical work, or just shut off the monitor with nothing to see as I type my life out to the world? Time will tell. Tell me what you think?  I am a paid published author, via a public art project I was involved with. I’ve some new work to offer up for you to see, however I still need to photograph those, maybe today; but probably not. I do think there will be time in this upcoming week. In the meantime, some not quite ready for prime time viewing, but I am showing them nonetheless. One is addition and subtraction, the other is a tortured canvas. I don’t think in the poor quality photo of the tortured canvas you can see the hole in it; but it is there. I it is a reminder of the hole in my heart that is probably going to remain. As always, I wish you love and joy.
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Art: tierza (perhaps unfinished)
Music: Simon and Garfunkel: Sounds of Silence

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