Living is the “doing of life” – it would be magical if every picture – every song – every word was pure inspiration — It’s not like that.
This is as good as it gets – I’m sending anyway – its important I post what I got on Sunday morning. Not thrilled with it – digital painting is difficult because it’s so unlimited, tough to keep on track. I wanted a nighttime scene with cliffs, flowers and flowing angry beauty (don’t we all?) – I ended up with this – if I hadn’t promised myself I would just post where I am and get on with it — I would not – I would have trashed it and maybe even stopped painting for a while —- no more of that – we got what we got, and we move forward.
Wednesday night – I will do an open mic — I’m going to play “Man of Constant Sorrow” and “Little Black Submarines” – just my cheap-ass Epiphone – and my weathered and fumbling voice.
Why am I putting myself through this? Because this is what living is all about. The splash of the cold ocean water against your face as you walk out onto the beach of discovery.
I may make a complete fool of myself – I’m going anyway.
Cheers from the cave!
7 thoughts on “Lost Love and Open Mics”
I am so excited for you! Smile and enjoy the cheering crowd.
thanks Lois – it was awesome!
Good luck, it will go better than you think.
Thank you Sir MM – it was much better than I anticipated – I may be hooked!
Break a leg Wayne – nice call on playing some O Brother Where Art Thou!
Thanks – it went well Geoff!