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running through the forest clutching my macbook pro, I dare not look back, gotta keep moving forward. I finally figured it out, I finally figured it out! I shout to myself as I leap over a fallen tree trunk. I’m not running along a path, but cutting through the forest, making my way on my own terms, trying so hard not to twist my ankle or stumble over tree branches. as I side step an elm, I enact a basketball move I saw Iverson do a very long time ago. I step and spin around the tree, pushing my glasses up the bridge of my nose with my index finger. I know the clearing is up ahead, it just has to be. on google maps it said the clearing was only a few feet from my point A. trying not to gasp for air, daring not to pause for a moment, I can see the clearing bouncing in front of me, just past a few more trees, I’m almost there. Yes, I made it to the clearing, I slow down to a fast walk. I’ve reached a cemented side walk that is alive with the movement of people bustling to the jobs. I straighten out my clothes, brush the leaves and dirt off my shoes and loosen my grip, slightly, on my macbook pro. I look behind me briefly as I stand in front of a towering building in the city center. I made it before they did. I wipe the sweat from my brow and give a sigh of relief. I step forward into the building, but wait something isn’t right. I feel a tug on my heart. my macbook pro suddenly becomes heavy. My legs become stiff and my shoulders are weighted down. I bow my head in frustration, take another deep breath and force myself through the glass doors. Shaking my head I say to myself “I know, I know”.


This is an example of the voyage of a brilliant idea being sold to the highest bidder.

getting my groove back

I didn’t have to fly all the way to Jamaica to get my groove back. Let me back up. I’ve been sticking my toe in the kiddie pool of painting for a year now. Holding myself back afraid of, who the hell knows. I’ve bought canvases, paints and been sketching and doing a painting every 4 months or so. Then I started to surround myself with artists and been talking to them and just about everyone about painting and stuff. After a brief but encouraging conversation with an oh so naturally talented brother, I’ve finally got my groove back! Now everything I see is a painting waiting to happen. I’m just doing what feels right, so to speak, with me and laying it on canvas. And I must say, it feels good. Any artist can tell you that once you get into your zone of creativity, you almost become possessed. You eat sleep breathe whatever project your working on. I’m skirting my zone, but when I get there, it is so nice. My escape from the madness.

In my zone there are no cell phones, no text messages, no emails, no place to be, no people to please. There is just me and my creativity and my product. Just me and my art. My art lets me do whatever I want with no judgments. My art doesn’t criticize me, not like the criticism I give to myself. My art has no expectations, except to be completed. My art doesn’t care that I make mistakes, and it gives me plenty of chances to fix them. My art believes in me so much more than I ever could believe in myself. I’m starting to think my art is my great love….

I’ve neglected my art for far too long, but it was still there when I came back. It didn’t try to make me feel guilty for being away so long; in fact, it showed me that I’m even better than I was before I left. Dang, I’m so happy that I have my art and my groove back!

*above is a painting by my all time favorite artist. I could blog heavy about my love for Salvidor Dali. This is called Impressions of Africa- Salvidor Dali