Vulnerability at the Core of Art and Life
I struggle with the issues surrounding fearless vulnerabilty as I attempt to grow my art. My paintings are sometimes functional, but not dynamic. My words can be pedestrian when I so want them to change another’s cells. My music is a wet match when what I truly want is a roaring fire. There are days when my mediocrity feels like knives in my heart and I want to give up.
We Do Grow Up
This evening, I went to see some of my former students graduate from the school where I used to teach vocal music. There were some definite surprises for me there.
“A Writer Writes Always”
Art is about choice making. Every word, brush stroke or note is a message from the author/artist/ composer about who he or she is and what is in their heart. Sharing those choices add to the pool of veracity and beauty available for the greater consumption.
A Composite Life
A poem about the new growth in families.
A Proud Moment in Film
The process, quite honestly, has been a rollercoaster of emotions for me, but worth every moment. I suppose that’s what comes from being willing to take the risk to make yet another dream come true.
My Own Dreamcoat
I’ve been dreaming of finding my joie de’vivre again. At last, three-and-a-half years later, I’ve found it.
His Back to the Audience, A Stick in His Hand
I often describe myself more as a jeweler, that a director, who simply sets beautiful stones in a creative setting. The gems themselves are perfect the way they are. The jeweler simply polishes them a bit.
This Time, Grandma Came to My “House”
This evening, while playing piano and conducting, “Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat” at the Woodland Opera House, my great-great-grandmother, Beatrice, and her mother, Medarda, visited me.
Scenes
Yesterday, we shot the first four scenes of our movie, “Two Tears and a Bucket.” Good fortune rained down upon us, not unlike the rain today rained out our second day of shooting… torrentially. Our locations were perfect. Our cast was on the money. Our Director of Photography was better than one could have ever [...]
