Write – draw – act on the most recent inspiration…. I lose tremendously. Yesterday I really wanted to share a piece of this puzzle. Was it the bit about why the concept “life experience” is as important as the concept of “learning experience”? About the voice that nags n places fear that make me want […]
Today I do not have any work. That is – no compulsion to achieve anything specific… and…no active contract ;-). Unlike a little over three years ago, I am okay with it. Not afraid of over expending my energy. Not in fear of another anxiety attack. Just at rest. For whatever reason that maybe, even […]
I was walking around with you last night after sitting by the last. You pointed out the character of a tree, “I’d like to draw that tree someday.” I was a little taken aback… A dimension of you I did not know about had just surfaced. You shared the vision of a shared studio/office space. […]
I’ve been getting too caught up in the image to go with the writing so please excuse the lack of austere. As with the old “AliLovejoy.com” I am writing to preserve memories. To refer back to when I feel lost – or to gain perspective on that “today” that I come to when I say […]
The struggle had become real. Somewhere between recognizing the proliferation of negative voices plaguing my sub-conscious and taking a hot minute to step back and ask what the hell is going on, I landed on continually asking myself, “Just who the hell am I anyway?”. And why has every single thing I think of doing […]
When I spotted this sticker ensemble I just couldn’t avoid the irony. I cannot even describe it in words, though it seems to sound a little like this, “You are enough”, “But ARE you?”…. The essence of that not so little gargoyle that (to quote the beer) represents an aggressive defiance of tradition but somehow […]
Haven’t written in awhile. I more or less have to at this point because I kind of have no freaking idea where I am in this mess and the only way I know how to find a path to somewhere – maybe even decide where the hell that somewhere is – is to write. I […]
It’s time I stop writing because I think that someone might care. Sometimes you just have to write. I’ve come so far and feel like I am nowhere. But somehow there will always be tomorrow. I miss the days when I had hope for a bit more. I pined for it and, in some ways, […]