On my way to the Bay Area. Caught a soft spot on the shoulder while flipping a u-turn and into the ditch I went. It was late and raining hard so I ate cold hot-wings with ranch, pistachios, cherry tomatoes and washed it down with a beer.
It is the height of irony that after how badly things went in San Diego, I would get stuck on a road that leads to a town called, “Betteravia”.
Yes, I spent the night in a ditch.
And with these two pictures, I have maxed out my hard-drive. And I am almost out of room on my external drive. It’s going to take me a week to sort through everything I have taken a picture/video of over the last 16 months. There are 2 books in this and the beginnings of a third. But when I need to think, I let nature listen and tell me things that I need to know.
A part, among many parts of this project, is to make it pay for itself. Also, I have pretty much decided that part of the art form is interacting with people and observing their response to the sculptures. And so I throw out a tip jar, teach the kids and the adults how to make them and talk about the form, ecology and philosophy of the form. I am still learning what this thing is.
Call it R&D.
That’s Pete, who invited me to a story telling event this evening. And I told my tale and it broke something good open inside of me. I have been invited back.
Mary, who lives across the street from the park, is setting up an interview with the local paper for me.
Was handed a business card by an art dealer from N.Y. And I did not say yes and I did not say no.
Cleared $100 in 10 hours. And made a bunch of friends.
That’s enough for today.
Went to Imperial Beach to check out their Farmers Market. Too small, too clean for me. And they wanted me to get insurance.
So, back to OB to hang out on the cliffs and talk with people. Not much money but some really cool people and of course a stellar sunset.
My mid-life crisis is going splendidly, thank you.