Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

I know this one well
for you see it was me that
was a Gorilla drivin that train.........

doreen ya read my mind
never stop a horse when it's broke
a sweat, they'll stop themselves
let the jam flow till the cows come home...........

planes, trains, and pickup trucks,
miles of powerlines, wind whistles thru,
rare electric pulse, a jam crosses the void,
reaches yonder shore....

searching for sculpting inspiration
sadhu's and mystical dancers light my way
the goddess shiva dances before the fires
ground rises in mushroom dancing red
magma that runs endlessly unto blue skies........

Empty station
here I am,
I fear I missed
the train again.
Bags of sorrow
at my side,
again I leave
myself behind.

Arrival times
come and go,
impossible to schedule
one woman shows,
this garden
has run out of grow,
there's always another,
yes, I know

Looking back
letting go,
reverse what was,
to I don't know,
another whorizen
a brand new show,
opportunity abounds,
fondness dies slow......

a chalky river chiseled the goosenecks,
sculpted deep into red canyon strata,
where I could see inside the planet...

Thank you all for the Summer Home, Summer Not Jam!

It was very special!

We let it go a little longer than we had planned since it was sailing and flying along but now, it seems, all have headed back home.

What a fine journey we had together!

It'd time to say au revoir, a bientot... until next time.

Keep those feet moving... write and dance and document journeys by image!

Love to all!

(PS - gotta close the forums down for a little bit to try to optimize the database so these pages will load correctly. We'll be back as soon as we can.)