it is late and my head hurts so bad, and my neck too: neck in neck with the rest of my body. putting away is a lot of work. …and i love my new home, but i miss the birds and sea lion sounds at angels gate. luckily my memory has been blurry and bad, as are my eyes. what is sharp as shit is my brain, too focused, too obsessed, and not unlike curly fries.
my office is still a catastrophie, but i see a beautiful garden. how odd to experience happiness, yet here it is. i made it.
I took my blog down at esart.com/blog because, well, I am changing my life completely. I am not sure if I owe anyone an explanation for this, but I can tell you that I am currently going through a major transition. I lost my studio at Angels Gate, I moved out of San Pedro, and frankly, I am enjoying having my privacy back and building a new spiritual house, so to speak. It’s perfect timing for the High Holidays.
Writing is in my blood and soul, so I don’t think I will ever stop typing words and expressing my wit in the sparse moments when its sharp, but I will be constructing a shiny new fence that allows me my privacy, a clearer vision of autonomy vs. heteronomy, and how this is reflected in my public writings. It is a process after all.
I hope to write a little about my show in Houston, which was a truly wonderful experience. I’m just very busy at the moment and am unsure as to how much blogging I’ll be doing in the future, but I am sure it won’t be much.