Ever since I read The Secret Garden and the Chronicles of Narnia as a child, I have been looking for that magic portal into another world. And I've found some, too—sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll come to mind. Also visiting other continents; you get off the airplane and—wow—everything is more vivid. Later on I discovered that, LSD or not, you yourself are the same familiar creature no matter what magical world you may stray into. But there's that moment of discovery.
Over and over, when I was a teenager, I tried to draw that transcendent transition. This rendering, above, was painted in the acid-washed tropics of Hawaii 1973 using borrowed casiene (sp?) paints. Thereafter, I went for the experience rather than the rendering. Just as well, I expect.
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I never knew this about you.
I thought that between the two of us, you were the grounded one.
So, thirty-three years, two kids, two divorces and god-knows-what-else later, I find it may, in fact, be you, not me, who is the space shot.
That wasn't clear.
One divorce apiece, one kid each.
Could be worse!
You space shot!
Let me get this straight....space shot? more like shooting stars...lots more good stuff to come...nice painting...you have a very distinct style...no loose ends
Love it!!! Did you find it in the closet, too?
I know what Dr. Freud would say about that painting. But what do YOU think it means?
Insert closet joke here.
Ha ha!
The closets are almost empty now.
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