From Ashes to Art Shows

FROM ASHES TO ART SHOWS (76)

Hello, Goodbye. Every turn was like seeing an old friend. I knew this trail now, unlike five years ago when I had no idea what lay ahead. Ironically, or perhaps symbolically, the fog was so heavy that I could not see the sky above, or ground below. Much like our future, we’re not allowed to see the details. I was OK with that. I was more than OK with it… I was firmly in the present; taking in all the sights and sounds that surrounded me. It was within the silence that I could hear my heart. I repeated the...

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FROM ASHES TO ART SHOWS (75)

Return to Goodbyes On the way to the airport, I asked the Uber driver to stop at 7 Bedford Place, where I had gone to school.  Even though it was a short visit, I wanted to grab a photo with me and the guys. It was important to return with them, as I had said goodbye to the place some 40 years earlier. It was also important because it was the 5-year anniversary of a day that changed everything. Had that fateful day not happened, we would have been standing in the doorstep. Six months after that, Oct 25, 2018,...

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Whenever you miss a turn, your GPS doesn’t call you stupid. It doesn’t spend the rest of the trip regretting not taking that other road. It simple pauses, displays “rerouting” and goes about figuring out how to get THERE from the NEW HERE. All that matters is getting there. That’s what really ties my life six months ago, in London, to my life this weekend, in Beverly Hills. All trains from London to Edinburgh were cancelled. There was nothing anyone could do about it. If you wanted to get to Edinburgh, you’d have to find another way. There were a...

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FROM ASHES TO ART SHOWS (73)

Sometimes we become entangled with someone who’s entangled with someone we’re entangled with. Oh, what an entangled web we weave! Six months ago, I instantly hit it off with a friend of a friend. We just goofed around all day and had such a delightful time at the art gallery. Over lunch, we talked about our “mutual” and it was fascinating to see how much history we each had separately, yet neither of us knew each other until that moment. It’s a reminder of just how connected to one another we really are. People, places, and things are the dots...

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“So, what’s the highlight of your day so far?” the Trader Joe’s cashier asked cheerfully. I had just picked up my Dog Desk Calendars at nearby Walgreen’s, so I started talking about that, which lead to me boasting talking about the Beverly Hills Show. Turns out that she’s also an artist, so we talked about the Artists Guild and she promised to connect on Instagram as she stuffed my business card in her pocket. Every time I do a 30-second summary of my art career, it’s such a deep reminder of how far I’ve come. While I don’t consider myself...

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