My work over the preceding thirty years or so explores human survival depicted through many aspects of loving relationships from myriad viewpoints. Oblique enough for causing one to need to think about the processes, yet adding enough functionability to allow a fleeting glimpse into the instinctual secrets inside what passes for love.
The intent being to provide assistance with one’s evolution toward becoming a bit more adept at loving, thereby at being reciprocally better loved in return. This process only works when I’m privileged to help those two aforementioned others gain rare insight into how to thrive. Not peering too deeply into the rather mundane machinations of, but toward an appreciative view of the engaging day-to-day functions required for living a life with the potential to do and be - somehow more.
Tumultuous years transitioning from then to now have freed me from the mediocre constraints of only offering pretty or fanciful shavings carved from the tree of life by a chiseler’s pen. And the craftsmanship I’ve honed to razor’s edge over this lifetime of unstaunched bleeding supports my audacity to compose work which enlightens as it entertains.
No scribbler worth a meager ration of that precious resource termed self-preservation salt can help but live in awe of the magnitude of richness surrounding the all-consuming subject of love previously scribed down, scripted out or emoted upon the continuum’s stage. I pay due homage to such construct on a daily basis, as at risk of glaring naivety I insist there is still room for home-grown, hand-carved curiosities such as mine to hold value.
That’s why you are here too, perusing whatever glints of insight may lie amongst these jagged jumbles. From the rawest energy of that raging inferno which is a new love affair, to the tender care and feeding of long-practiced souls basking in the glow of that ember-banked pyre which is a mature continuing union - it’s all somewhere in my rambles.
Accepting truths of events or situations in which one finds one ’s self doesn't hurt long or badly once one stands facing them. Allowing for side-slipping into any of the comforting parallel realities we’ve tucked away in darkened recesses of our psyches for such emergencies or indulgences. Even the specter of ones mortality or that of closest tribe members is not that daunting when viewed in the rarified spectrum of this light of love.
Enjoy these various romps through the stars with me or not as you wish, but I have hopeful suspicion you won't be able to help yourselves. For I will get to you right down where you live after a while, as morbid curiosity and desire to further one’s emotional evolution spring from the same loins. The advantage is mine, as those parts of both you and me have been in cahoots since back at day one …
