when i first startd painting
i thought
geez im gonna be a fancy modern artist
but before i knowd it
folks was calling me names that kinda didnt speak towards
what i thought was my sophisticated approach to modern contempt orary art
ive been called folk artist more times than i care to admit
which leans on that saying that goes something like
you can take the boy out of arkansas
but you cant take the arkansas out of him
i confess today is my burfday
im getting older
the clock is ticking
and i think alot about whether
i can justify the space and place
i take up in this world
especially after seeing so many faces in india that were hungry for opportunity of any kind….
those folks made me think alot about reincarnation
and how much thay may know about life
thru the immediacy of their circumstance
that a comfortable western life may never
feel or understand
we all wanna matter
be useful in some way
& i hope that if i am reincarnated i dont reappear
as a gaseous cloud somewhere
behind pluto
(on second and third thought that might be kinda inneresting)
my confession board should be open for all us folks with no religion by next week
i dunno
a talking snake
an apple
a garden full of all u ever need
and a lady named eve…..
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