I’ve decide to return to my blog…an ancient way to expel the voice that desperately wants to be heard.
On this full moon I will confess that Present time is challenging my fullness with very few for reserves. Its all the same since this is where I seem to exist.
I have a new companion. A little blade of whats seems to be wild dog with a wanting mouth to chew. Seems a Dutch Shepherd mix. I will confess something else tonight under this full moon, that I have an aversion to shepherds. The working breed that out lived its full use and has difficulty adjusting to this contemporary experience. Too smart and sensitive for this pulsing world of dings and booms I kinda stay away from the shepherds of the European specifically.
We prepare each our own for this drive to Marfa, Texas. I prepare by crossing my fingers and loading what I think I need to survive a week stranded in my truck. Details will wait for the full disclosure book past current times when details are only useful to the fringe of interest.
She prepares by growing by the minute making me worry she will out grow the passenger seat she sleeps in when we drive…. Or worse, ride awake the whole drive, lit wanting to rage in a field.
Must remember the dog food…she is eating much more that the small kibble keeper in the truck is looking too small and thinking where will the large container in the kitchen fit.
I have never had a shepherd as a travel partner…Are shepherds in the spiritual sense good navigators?
On this trip I reflect on the thin line I hold connected to being a working artist. An artist with a place to share what many see as a necessary process for our civilization. As in my personal the struggle to not drown in the fringe is oh so present in my art practice. From dividing lines of have and have nots to imaginary lines drawn on imaginary fabric I feel the squeeze towards the outliers.
Grateful for the moment towards something. One more chance to share my practice. Grateful for the trip to Marfa..
In my practice I like to have a conversation with something universal. A time to feel connected, what is presented is much more yours to bask in than for me to explain it to you. In your words I see that I am part of this wholeness. I dont think what you see is any part me…I feel this at this moment. It is much more gracious than I am.
My want is to do an offering every day, in Marfa. Fully and presently. I would say 1 hr min daily. I think I will need a day to set my first location, and the rest will present themselves. I hope I pick the options that provide me with the growth and nourishment I need. Canals building leading to something deeper, I hope. A source tapping into what I am. Releasing, echoing an action not of me but of what we need.
This is the want but the feel is of a distance, a fogging, sinking or tightening. An external force sitting occupying.
An offering a day will def rid this feeling for at least the ride back to LA.
On this full moon I casually prepare the list of what to bring…
Makeup?
the multicolored shall…I use often and love its aliveness
Pedal effect and mic??
loop pedal
Texas things
swim suit?
things I can’t find in texas
A sense to know better but try and find something better
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As Hiroko Tamano once pointed out ….You have your body…then you are ready to dance.