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I’m no liar, Creativity is the fire to go higher

"Acoma Church" oil on board

"Acoma Church" oil on board


Creativity is the fire we must light our ass to get the results we want.  Do you want results?

But we have to get off our butt to get anything done.

Damn, that stinks to high heaven!  I’m going to try a different approach what creativity means to me.  I never did it this way before.  I’m a poet, always have been, maybe it will evolve into a new style of writing, who knows.  But here it goes:



What we reach in our soul

we take the best we want to control

but fear will be our master

if we allow hell into our hearts.

To the devil’s delight we lie face down

to the ground of discontent and brutality.

Here comes now the cinema show of ugly reality.

Who can look it in the face will determine

the fate of the human race.

Try if you must, try to escape

there’s none for the heartaches.

The only tonic that I know is to light

a match to overthrow

the evils of devil’s delight

that burn through your soul

night after night.

But now it’s your turn

to let that fire burn

to ignite the flame that’s

deep in your heart

to breathe some life into

a life without some spark.

And if you want to get to heaven

if that’s your desire

light that flame and go higher.


The point is to get off our asses and do something creative, and I mean anything…right now!  I was inspired to write this post from this article.  Create or perish!

Going back to moving forward

"Lambertville Vista" oil on panel - my old home

This has been a strange and surreal winter for me.  I have relocated to Albuquerque, NM from Santa Fe.  I painted in Tucson, redesigned my website and started an online ESL course.  I needed a cheaper place but more important, a new fresh beginning.

But to get to new beginnings, you must revisit and tie up some loose ends in order to move forward with your life.



Sometimes you have to go back to move forward.

The wheels started in motion for me last fall, when I did two art shows in NYC (Nov) and New Hope, PA (Sept).  This involved two cross-country trips by car, so 8,000 miles of driving to do two shows.

Why did you do it? (I’m asking my alter ego here)

Because I saw the potential.  If you’re provided an opportunity to do something special and positive with your career, why wouldn’t you want to take a chance?  And I believed that I was going to succeed.  No way I would have done these trips if I thought it was going to bomb.

but it did…

I don’t know how, I had some great booth set-ups, some of my best work.  I was ready to rock the house.  But I faced the same issues as many artists do.  Lots of lookers.  Very few buyers.

i didn’t even make my booth fee back…

Ok, so you can see I did lose some money attempting to further my art career with these shows.  Plus, name any artist who wouldn’t do a NYC show if offered the chance?


But before I’m accused of going in self-pity mode, let me emphasize the positives of my trips…

  • I reconnected with some family I haven’t seen in 20+ years
  • I took girlfriend along to the New Hope Show.  I finally got to experience the country with someone else.
  • Went to the Rock n’ Roll Hall of fame
  • Swam in the Atlantic Ocean
  • Hung out with my good friend (who’s getting married next month, and I’m going to the wedding!) in NYC
  • Stopped and painted in each state I passed  through on the way to Pennsylvania.
  • Learned more about who I was each day

These are just a few things.  To grow as an artist, you have to grow as a person I believe, experience life outside your own little world.  I really enjoy staying home, but I also love traveling because it’s in my blood.  I have to do it.

…and I’m visiting the East Coast next month to attend my friend’s wedding.

…and I’m working to get my ESL Certificate so I can teach in Asia this summer.

oh yeah, what about the negatives of the trip?

I lost a lot of money, but look what I got in return.

Back in New Mexico from my art trip

Lambertville Vista Oil on wood  12″x16″

I got back on my trip after 3 weeks on the road to NJ and back from my art show.  There’s something to be said of endurance and travel, either it will break you or help you grow.  Personally, I relate to the latter more.  Sure it was exhausting driving cross-country in 3/4 days, staying in strange motels, eating strange food, meeting strange people, and just enjoying it all.  I know that I may be expected to write an extra long post because of this monstrous trip, but I beg to differ.  Can I say everything I want to say in a shorter page or must I drag this blog on longer than it should be?  Funny, I already have, so I’ll cut through the chase and point out the highlights of the trip:

  • The car ran good, except…that darn engine light came on after I left Cleveland going home.  5 days later, it went off.  My car is getting an oil change as I’m writing this, so no major damage, no accidents, no tickets.
  • My favorite places included…West Virginia…beautiful scenery, Western Maryland, Western Oklahoma…it has some unique reddish dirt.  The World’s largest gift shop in central Missouri…it was really a large flea market, but I won’t tell them that.  Southern Kansas was beautiful, rolling green hills and found the Wizard of Oz…in Liberty, KS.  The ocean in Ocean City, MD, can’t beat swimming in it, after being in the desert, all I can say was, “AHHHHHHH”
  • But my favorite detour on the road had to be Cleveland, OH. I went to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, amazing place!  My favorite things were the Pink Floyd and Genesis artifacts and Lake Erie.  Cleveland looked like a cool place to hang out, when you’re on the road, you have a schedule to follow.
  • Reconnecting with a few family members. You know who you are, thank you so much!

Back to the art show.  It was a long weekend, but I still made a few sales.  My booth looked great, had some new abstract paintings too, which I was proud of.  Sure it was magical New Hope, but there were mostly lookers instead of buyers.  But I don’t regret doing the show in my old hometown area.  I enjoyed myself, seeing my nephews (I finally got called “Uncle Josh”) and relatives visiting me at my booth was very cool.  Some of my family finally got to see me at work, as I completed my one lone painting above, “Lambertville Vista”.  I never painted that scene before, and since I painted from a photo, I took my time to complete it, which is why there is lots of detail.

So now I’m back in Santa Fe, where the future looks uncertain and but the memories still remain vivid.  Guess there is no place like home.  But which?