I’ve been away from here and that is not because I haven’t been documenting life with words, just not for public consumption.

But, I am trying to make space to breathe and like the title of this, get out of my own way. To make clear the path.

I have learned that grad school, which I finished 10 years ago, didn’t make me hate art. It made me hate talking about it, writing about it and understanding it in a verbal language that I don’t think in. I think in a visual language and one of actions. Now art and Art need to come back from their exile. Art, photography specifically, used to be my religion, my air that I breathed, my lover, my way of experiencing life and understanding it. I will probably never be a photographer again. But… I will take pictures. Also, I realize that as an artist, nothing is wasted, no experience is without value. Everything I have done, creatively and otherwise will inform every creative expression I have yet to be given.  That reassures me. I am not starting over only continuing down my present path.

So, in that spirit, I am seriously giving up on words. I am jealous of those who can turn out words that others find themselves in, I can’t. I choke and have to close the computer upon reading them sometimes, feeling I am invading a found journal and must close it, not being worthy of those secrets.

Here is a start even though these were taken with my phone.

It sucks -especially b/c it’s of my kid’s installation of paper umbrellas which is great though the photos aren’t. but it’s a beginning and end to this past decade.

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