Crisis? What
crisis?
Woke up this
morning wondering what to start writing about. There is so much going on in my
head I wonder where to begin. My 7 yr. old son is still sleeping so this gives
me a chance to put some thoughts together in a quiet house.
It’s 5:30 in the
morning and the streets are quiet. It's still dark outside, and my christmas lites are still on (I keep them on 24-7) It’s raining a bit and it sounds nice
outside.
A cup of coffee and some John Coltrane on the stereo and my mood is
set. Wondering about what to paint. Wondering what to write...
I have writer’s and painter’s block so its
easy to let my 7 year old son, Jacob distract me … many times I welcome the distraction
since it rescues me from facing a blank canvas or sketchbook gathering dust.
I’m
supposed to be a successful artist. My art gallery in The Netherlands flies me to
exhibits twice a year. I have 15 jazz cd covers which I created under my wing
and I’m the sole distributor here in the USA. My jazz prints sell all over the
world and my images get rave reviews.
I am a single dad with custody of my son
(after an EPIC Battle) who lives with me in an old historic Victorian house in
the “hood” of Plainfield New Jersey. I am also a freelance graphic designer
with work that keeps me busy.
From the outside looking in I look pretty damn good... especially compared to all the others "poor, starving, artists"!
But with all these positives on my plate. I still
feel the media bombardment of bad news creeping into my brain. The economy… the
economy… the economy… I made my own economy over the last 2 years of losing all
my money on legal fees and with the possibility of seriously being thrown out
of my house…
Hell, I’m still paying the lawyers after the court battle for
custody that dragged on for over a year… I’m not ready to revisit that part of
my life though.
I’m THANKFUL for everything I have…really, I am! But… I’m not happy when I
see what is happening outside my window. The unfair world, the pain and suffering, the job loss, the money loss...
oh yeah, war, war, war... and dying all over.
I just finished reading a great book by Naomi Klein called "THE SHOCK DOCTRINE" all about how world leaders create "crisis" moments to take advantage of an unsuspecting public... Iraq, Katrina, etc... to pass laws to steal from the scared and shocked public.
It's happening right now. It's DEEP. You get the idea. I need to stop watching the "car crash" called America right now... But I can't help "rubbernecking" as I drive by!
I want to paint it but there is no “juice”
in my creative muscles. I was told by one of my art collectors to stop painting the problem... but instead to paint the solution. I've alwys looked at problems closely though. THAT's my problem!
I’m drained by what is going on outside in the world.
Thank goodness for the JAZZ… it has saved me. The economy… the economy… the
economy… Marvin Gaye sang a song; “makes me wanna holler!”. I FEEL YOU Marvin.
But I think my lil boy could change things, he’s trying to be the next Jimi Hendrix!
HaHa… I think that’s cool.
Anyway, I was thinking of doing a series about
Detroit and the auto “bailout”… why call it a “bailout’? I thought it was just
a loan… WELL,Wall street; That was a BAILOUT!
James Brown sang “Livin in America”
but right now I feel we are ‘SURVIVING” in America. This CRISIS is good for
art. Good for music… yeah I had a Mohawk when punk was in… but now what’s the
fashion for this time? nothing is shocking anymore… oh yeah, that was Janes
Addiction.
I’m starting to feel a little better now. My son will be waking up
in a half hour and I will make his favorite breakfast. Scramble eggs with
cheese melted on top. It’s so simple.
I’m “ Mr. Mom” and I’m loving it. It’s
another way to avoid the blank canvas and sketchbook that has not been opened
in 4 months.
I love my son and I’m grateful that he is the “perfect”
distraction. But I know I will have to start the creative process. Jazz is my
outlet, and cooking “cheesey eggs” (AS Jacob likes to call it)is my way of “jazzing”
up my life. Maybe I’ll make him tuna fish for lunch.
I’ll play some Louis
Armstrong when he wakes up. Louis always makes us feel happy. Like "Satchmo" said, "WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD"
Well, Jacob is waking up now, so.... it’s time to
feel happy! GOOD MORNING!