Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

CS - that's how I describe my paintings - doodles - I doodle all the time with pen & ink & with the paintings it's the same thing only using brushes fingers rags rattlecans pine needles toothpicks & what not & paint - I have a ball - I like the winter colors - everything grey & white & black - it's like one of those Japanese brush & ink paintings every time I look out the window or walk out the door - and patterns everywhere just everywhere - when I walk the dog along the roads you have all the wash of sand & salt they coat the roads with up here and it flows to the shoulder of road and dries there leaving behind these wazy patterns like shorelines with lumps & grains of sand mixed in sometimes with sort of a frosty cast to it - all of it sparking ideas & notions - too much just too much - glorious! - yes yes everybody dance now!

i am taking time off- from mingo s lingo-the light here- is all about - what it is-

you go ?
Ok!
you go !

San Francisco

lotta hearts in 'Frisco

happy trails mi amiga
don't be a stranger
the few times I ever drove there I felt like I was in the emerald city
and I never had the balls to call it 'Frisco'

It will be amazing to see my sons!

Feel sort of like I'm surfing big waves-

i feel like i'm sitting on a turning world -

it is spinning bra- like for real- like totally- and some are acending- some be fallen- some be all kind of lost and found-i just let them be= cuz i am a crazy woman anyway= and well- my days are numbered- so why not tellt he whole truth- no more secrets- got my chick thing on for the mom unit going to s f- and yeah my life just might change a few more times- huh?

San Francisco 68-70, 73&74
Never got back
Wanna go so bad
Big sur
Monterrey
Carmel
Half moon bay
Sausalito
Berkeley
Amazing town in a dynamite place.

Stories! Ah- Carmel - when the ocean glows in the dark-
That time in half moon bay when my father rolled the bronco drunk- and kept sleeping on the floor- after he broke the window-
The house finally sold-
My son has a movie studio in an old pickle factory
My other son has a fishing boat and import/ export fish co
Fukushima kind of fucked that. Up
Had to switch horses( diversify)
I hit hiked all over California-
Packing now

He is my second son- mike- I knew before he was born - stories told by ancient sages- relations from generations - voices raised in italian prayers- the grandfather spoke to the minor birds about the dreams he had as a young man- - when mike was born it was as if a younger more beautiful man emerged-
Mike made people's dreams come true.
Being his mother
I wished only good things for him-
Watching a baby body grow into his soul
was really

WoW?
Beautiful insights....sights in on continual rebirth cycle

My bandit notions
Never run pack
Never break the mans laws
He many men these dazes
A love supreme
John n Carlos
Dueling notions
Stealing thunder under jam
There are but three endeavors
For the ages
Guitar
Painting
Words
These rule the dark nights
of people's souls
Bandit notions banded....together
Like five wires makin a cable

The California sun
Blessed is the womb
That when there was
No men that carried
The creative soul
Souls came thru her
The sunlight caressed
The sons with light
They carried torches
Of savage dreams
Of a new world
Generations revealed
Colorful films and practical
Swirling designs
Solutions to the confused
This is what she received
Two real men that were her sons
She knew love
They knew her
Smiling blessings-