I started a new series of images
focusing on my struggle
for 19 years i have given my life over
to follow and support
my path deeply changed
as a result
with handcuffs on my opportunities
I managed to find my happiness
in fits and starts
there is an aspect to being in the shadows
that becomes rather
but when the shroud is removed
the shackles unlocked
it can be rather overwhelming
as walking into bright snow-covered daylight
when emerging from cabin fever
the excuses are gone
the rolodex is permanently reshuffled
but all the cards are blank
i no longer know where
who am i?
what do i do?
I am new in the area
have no connection or leads
i don’t know how to create
a resume that could possibly detail my potential
what is my potential?
i might suggest
that i have a greater understanding
of the term
continuing the exploration of the color blue
i will consider the sky
our views are quite different
i walk outside and look down
and see grass and cement
you see water
i look around and see houses
you see metal and pipes
my long hall has a handful of doors
you have an nearly endless hall of oval passages
i go to the kitchen to cook dinner
and not three
you eat a dinner made for thousands
i hear the din of engines from afar
my sleep interrupted by the sound of birds at 4 am
for you, birds are jets
but it is the catapult and dragging tail hooks
that interrupt your sleep
it feels a world apart
what we share
is greater than all of that combined
all i have to do to remind me that you are not far
is to go out to my patio
sit on my chair with my feet up
change my perspective
and look to the
sky over the valley
and know it is not that far from where you are
somewhere in the middle
and where we want to be
on a lighter note
i will share that Pucci has also been considering the fish bowl today
swimming in the deep sea
she is the jelly fish
a focus on the color blue
today i consider life at the aquarium
in the fishbowl
always in perpetual motion
alongside cloned figured
trying to get somewhere
predators among the docile
masses with blinders following
manipulations of the sociopathic types
behaviors rendered neutral
no rest from the lens of the observers
taking a momentary snapshot
bringing it home
to share with others
tales of that one little slice
of realism through distorted glass
water-displaced and flat depictions
removing the depth of reality
and layers of perspective
into a simple sound bite
to be devoured
i can only speak for me when i say this
however, i doubt many would disagree
when the storm is looming
when the barometric pressure changes
but the dark clouds just sit
as a visual reminder
that a goodbye is on the horizon
it is a relief when the rain finally starts
i have compared the looming torture of the deployment storm
to owing a bad debt
the day after saying goodbye
when the raw sting begins to dull
as the payments begin
the day counter can finally start
I can feel the storm brewing
from my kitchen counter.
The pressure has changed since last week.
i am going to close my eyes
and remember what it is like
to have a sense of peace
with an oncoming storm.
I will try to ignore
Knowing the loneliness is on the horizon
in a matter of days
it makes everything inside of me
weekends alone taunt my heart
challenge my internal calendar.
Friday is the day when the pack is dropped.
Friday makes Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday
But not when Friday becomes a reminder of
while in a crowd of hundreds
the calendar has removed
my dependable motivating force.
Today is Saturday.
I am supposed to enjoy today.
But the oncoming storm
triggers many memories
i cannot erase.
I don’t have thoughts of Friday
to give me strength
only a run-on phrase
pauses that indicate different days
has been omitted
from my keyboard
My life in limbo
for several months
waiting for the sentence to finally end .
this image is very graphic!
I love the simplicity of graphic print work.
I think this image represents that style.
It is interesting that I am considering that
almost three years after I captured it.
I know exactly why it appealed to me.
The simple and bold signs
juxtaposed with the old French building.
The bright blue sky.
But the little detail that most would miss
the famous graffiti artist whose work can be found around Europe
left his mark just a couple meters up.
No, it’s Thursday.
clearly I am using the term ‘daily’
As much as I try to fight it
distraction is my enemy.
It knocks me off course
and so here I am treading water
and trying to get back to smooth sailing.
Being married to a man in the military
is not good for my ADHD artistic personality.
I struggle to find my way
back onto my little self-inflicted path
and each bump makes me more and more angry
that I have to regroup for as many days as I was interrupted.
I should be used to interruption by now.
I am not.