Sometimes I don't feel the Art. Sad. But at my age (56)not having ever achieved any fame or fortune, the work has become something I do out of genuine love to just do it. And when the love is stifled, I don't do the work. or I work on other things, poems, publishing, editing, etc. I do a lot of stuff. So sorry to anyone who watches these pages and wants to know what happened to me. My heart right now is very downtrodden and sad. The world is changing and it is no longer mine to seek through, discover and overcome, to manipulate and to attain deeper connections. It has become a world full of shallow people full of fear and greed. Yes, yes, it sounds morbid. I know. And I won't press it. For now I am back and will upload a few pieces, this will make me happy. The people who like what I do make me happy too. I've met a lot of them recently and they got me back on track. But then the economy and my jobs drew me down again. I quit WalMart for a cush job at a resort property. There I drew a Halloween card and got myself into trouble immediately with two radical Christian women who became harpies and conspired to get me fired. Which they did. Then I was back on unemployment for a couple of months. Then that ran out. Then I found a job with the Great Indoors, and that is turning out to be something I cannot handle, again...so soon I shall be unemployed again. I don't know how much longer I can roll with the punches. But I do try to make art as I go along. And so should you, whomever watches these pages, don't neglect what you truly love.
David