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Words at the Wheel

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I didn’t just write at red lights, I wrote at green lights and on the downtown straightaway. At 50mph, 45, 35 winding my island – county highway 56 -two quiet lanes. Around neighborhood turns and slow through the school zones. In the crosswalk, the parking lot....

What Happened While Growing Up

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There came a point when I felt too late, too old, too out of place, under practiced and too sidetracked by family for the art world. The real art world of galleries and money where I always believed I belonged. I lived in the wrong place – Hawaii is a long way from...

Writers and Scribes

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Something happens on the other side of art, When the pen slows down to honor the mastery of language. A kind of trust of the ink.   Call it practice— The mindless calling in of words, letters slowly arriving with grace. In this very slow wing Trust these words of...

Art The Lover

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Every lover had to know my love of making art – even an abandoned love of making art – came before them. How would the children, each a world born of creation, ever know my beloved art as the ultimate stepfather. Before seven years of age, when the ego confronts,...