I am coming back to the light now, making work like seen above, wrapping shared experience in a cosmic blanket, finding love and compassion again. But...It got dark. What you may ask? The sky? The Earth? The water? All of it. It became dark. The inside of my spirit. The inside of my spirit. A rift in time space, the Yokai came into my chest, a host of demons, of Oni and miscreant beings and tearing cables of pain and dysfunction. The blossoming of ice in that black vortex of memory and fear. It was too much for me. I found the road back to the path. Someone I greatly respect told me that sometimes we have to get knocked off the path to realize there is a path that we are on in the first place. I found this place, its confusing corridors of obsessive insanity and debilitating fear. No excellent pork chop would do. No fine Pho this time. The ice elbows of small being ribbed my cage and found me full of crazy. Out of shear survival instinct I began to do everything I could to find the path again. This experience which took place in the winter of 2015 will never be forgotten.
My words in this short narrative have only scratched the surface. I have learned things about myself and the realities of life and the beauty of existence that I could have never fathomed previously I must say. This is where my new work was born, this is where it grew and wrenched its way out of me onto paper helping me survive and grow and evolve. This is where the work that suddenly finds color again now has been born of. I am not a Giant Robot after all I reckon. The black hole energy inside of me has turned back to light... or was it always light, just so powerful that it was devoid of anything I understood so as to force me to my foundation to accept that I am simply a being and my re-education is not always of my own creation. The universe guides me, and my story will continue to unfold here for you to see. Thank you for being here.
