Entry #5: The Path to the Wellspring
I watch the sunlight slanting through the blinds, crossing and counter crossing the mess of my beautiful little Portland apartment with some cosmic glory. There hasn’t been enough sunlight let in this year yet here, physically or metaphysically. We’re already halfway through April (Showers bring Flowers, or so I’m told) and I’m tired of the clouds, rain, and grey skies. When I look at the world these days, I see many shaded hearts - It seems like there is cloud cover for many of us - casting a shadow and drawing out the best and worst of us all in spades. How does life gifted in light operate in the dark? Maybe I’ll write some more about it, turn some poetic nature of the thing into a greater, smaller, special thing thats just mine, and when it’s ready I’ll find a way to make it real and share with all of you who care to watch, read, and listen to the slow steady beat in the beast of existence.
For now we blog. Mostly this sort of writing is just a charm for me, a small way to connect outside of the mundane, dreary, and absurd mechanism of social media, microtweeting, and drivel that is Content Engine™ of the Meta, the Grok, the Attention Economy that We Americans’ buy into each time we log into our Prime//Grammed out TikTokked of the Clocked life. Making Art breaks me from that mostly - setting pen to paper or brush to board. Watching the slow spread of the paint or the ink on the canvas as it dries, and the water evaporates into the air, making a little equation thats just mine in that moment, to be captured and shared later, or burnt into a little cache of ash. Awake for a moment we each are, and I think each of those moments of hope, of joy, or despair matters more now that ever. The Engine™ is always consuming, always demanding more, and the greatest inspiration I find in life and myself in these times is to intentionally and decisively avoid the attractions of these abstractions. Life is for the living, and so we live each day. For me, I hope for a future of more light in my eye and less soul in the Box, but I fear these values are not shared by many. Only history will say!
As an artist I don’t think there is any greater power and meaning in the making than the making and expression of one’s own value and intention, expression of perspective in growth and decay, the extant energies of this beautiful, life generating universe we little creatures are still learning so desperately about. What we Dream we make, so Dream Big, and Dream Whole, and Dream in pieces and put them all together piece by piece and brick by brick. There is a current to be tapped, and it’s that very current that charges me with undying Act of Making, even if the act itself is effervescent. It’s the Human Act that matters, and the Human Dream, so let’s all be careful what we Dream shall we?
I’m adding a few new items to the store -
Dark Horse Comics finally sent me my comped copies of HEADLESS HORSEMAN ANTHOLOGY, and my CONAN THE BARBARIAN Variant cover is now out and alive in the world. The Softcover version of MEMETIC: The Apocalyptic Trilogy is now out on shelves, but I don’t have any extra to make them a line item, though it’s still a beauty - Get the Hardcover while it lasts! I have restocked the limited collector editions of MEMETIC 10th Anniversary #1 in Silver, Gold, and Red!
Quantities are limited and every sale counts!
For those of you who ordered commissions - Thanks for your patience! I’m wrapping the last few as I write this and they’ll be hitting the mail soon!
I’m grateful for all the support so far this year, it means an immense amount. Each of us artists walks a path that twists and winds and the way isn’t always so clear - and each and every piece is a part of that puzzle, for me at least - something I don’t take lightly or for granted. I’m looking forward to bring more beautiful imagery to you for many years, so I hope, and each stage of the journey and process carries with it's own delights and strifes.
Be Strong, and full of Love!
That matters more than anything else.