|WTW: 16" x 12" watercolor on Arches 2012|
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In reality, this is another part of a decade long series that begins with Transmontane, We Come with the Dust and Go with the Wind, All Things Must Pass and includes Hell for Bad Cows, Oranges Everywhere and many more. And yes, there really are many more to come because the one thing that keeps me in this state filled with self-proclaimed fruits and nuts is the scenery, ancient because it became what it is today before we were even a thought in our parents' child minds. What it was - is not what it is - anymore, but there are still plenty of parts around the 'hood where distant night drums carry spirits. I wonder what those spirits are feeling when they see what the white man has wrought? Rather than presume what spirits feel, feeling what we really feel is being open to receiving the spirits' messages. It is an ominous beat with an uplifting bridge.
When the jeep started a little rattle under the hood, I was told I'd thrown a rod and was especially irritated because I would not be able to finish listening to Johnny Lang's, a rockin', then 17 year-old Minnesota bluesman's CD: Wander This World. A full year and a half later, I hear it all the time and love it still. Genius with heart.
... I'm like a ghost some people can't see
Others drive by and stare
A shadow that drifts by the side of the road
It's like I'm not even there
And I'll wander this world, wander this world
Wander this world, wander this world all alone
Well I've never been part of the game
The life that I live is my own
All that I know is that I was born
To wander this world all alone, all alone ...