Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

That’s what I thought was the last chance cafe
Until I saw maybe it’s going to ok

its going to be ok
might not be cool
but we must

M m m m m.

It is one of those “ moments in time”
Emotionally filled with love and light
Until the heart breaks so wide open
That tears run down my face early
In Chile: watching a woman in white
On the beach
Tons of food
The dancing girls from all over the world

we will hold hands
as we see the world
my love goes through
your words
thank you

Moving to Chile
I always wanted to go to the Andes
Did peyote ceremony in a lodge
No pain in my body since 9 days ago
Best food I have ever had

This is the place I’m going
Near the ocean
With cool breezes and lavender
So thankful

i hear the truth of that
and i know
love is a simple thing
given and got
if we let it

Yeah .. mr trump finally Is...getting dumped

The desert solved a mathematic equation
That had been a tatoo of a lotus half on each arm
She prayed each day
Allora
A ndata bene
AND SO .. it went well

The desert isn't math.
It is its own strange eternal being...
that sometimes solves equations.

It is not true
I do care ..
that rabbit hole of wishing for some boogie woof
Give me some love hunger
Has disappeared I have to abandon everything
Including English in Chile
I just cannot stand American patriot redneck racist Bullshit
Anymore
My world is in the eyes
In the smiles
The mask thing is rough for lip reading

So should I let them vaccine me .... accidentally me?
I will do anything to get back to normal
The Airbnb lady keeps complaining to my son
She is upstairs
My son is in kauai with a three year old
And another son on the way

Grandma took that love hunger and made a blanket of love to fall into
The lady looks kind of I’ll
Susan the host looks like she is smug about telling my son the smoke alarm went off- incense burning is a no no
This vacation I have been so clean... and I just feel
Like one salmon spawning for home
Closed the border to Chile


So I grew up here
West Los Angeles
I suppose I could do a little photo essay
On the fancy houses in Los Angeles
The la brea tar pits
That shit facinated me when I was a kid
Dinosaurs and bones and bubbling goo

The art museum s - are they closed? God I hope not
Maybe do a painting on a “ movie stars homes map
I could maybe find a personal trainer and just burn it
No sugar
Second day
No ice cream
Just guacamole blue chips
Mmmmmm
My dog has adopted my sisters family

I am free
Let me go America
Let the land management people
Go on doing that nasty deal
Please release me
From the responsibility of my homeless and mentally ill brothers and sisters living on the streets
Oh if ever -Creator — help those that cannot help themselves
Please

And that spark is felt around the world
Today: in Venice California
I walk to the Whole Foods
My feet seem much older than the rest of me

I pray for the healing of people

As many as are gentle
When I shine my light inside
There are those living in fear
Struggling hard

The laughing man with potted plants on top of his van

The laundromat is where I get spiritual these days
I wash everything from the day before
Even the bedding
I am staying in a an Airbnb in Venice
Waiting to move to a hotel
Close to the beach
Until they open the borders to Chile

In the meantime

Went to the sculpture garden at ucla today
I used to ride my bike there
Did I mention I love sculpture

?
Is this what we are?
Hot metal into smooth edges
Images of love slither into the moment
Glimpses of the artist vision tip toe into your soul

Let social change take art to another level
Burn your mask

Life’s. Good