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MAY 17 - JUNE 13, 2016

The universe didn’t like the groove I was wearing on my record, so it skipped it with the force of an earthquake and razed my existence back down to dirt, scorching the earth and everything I knew in the process. In some respects it was easier that way. I didn’t have to make decisions of what to save from the “fire”. It was all gone. I was lost and free and pretty much anew. After the universe tires of being polite, of gently taping you on the shoulder and quietly suggesting you alter your course of direction it finally relents and slaps you with a thunderclap. 


Luckily, before the landscape shifted my art framer gave me a gift before he split the valley and headed to Arizona, packing up his woodworking shop, wife, kids, and grandkids. He was clearing out his shop, lightening his load for the move and handed me a piece of wood with a white finished coating on one side. He said you might like to paint this. I didn’t know what it was, but, it proved to be my talisman. I found spray paint and paint markers took well to its new smooth surface.

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