Well, I sorta cleaned the studio…put things away…and I am back in the groove. I have conferred with Jimmy Ray and he has begun transmitting messages to me in terms of designing and recreating the Chapel. The transmissions come in the form of ideas…usually when eating or laying prone on the bed in my underwear before drifting into the dream stretches of sleep. I have to admit that I have been reading about this German artist named Hundertwasser…his work is very inspiring…to say the least. It felt so good working in the studio…back into the beat…listening.
Well, we are home and I am back in the studio. I am running on about 55% energy. I just need a bit of rest to make up for all that driving. It is great to be back with the animals and our Mexican friends. Carlos is doing some major tiling on the front studio wall. I love it!!!!! Chapel plans are in the wind.
Now I remember why I quit going to Rock concerts. I am further reminded why I am not living in the United States. We went to a concert last night in Santa Fe. The opening act was a zydeco group and they were very playful and fun. But when the boozy and chemical altered 40 to 60 somethings started to block our view…I got kinda turned off. Mind you, I am all for celebration, but we payed 37 dollars a ticket to sit on the second row and ended up watching a bunch of white people getting ethnic….of course I complained…..nothing happened. We were able to watch the Subdudes but two girls in front of us…perked to the gills with ecstacy and booze were dancing….somehow, I have moved on….America is not my scene. Today, we are in Marfa Texas…an “Art Town”….very much a One Horse Town and the horse’s name is Donald Judd….all the art hangers onzers have saddled up too…and we will be leaving tomorrow early for Mexico….not my kind of town
Still in Nude Mexico. Drinking coffee in this wifi cafe. I am enjoying it here. we are going to the flea market today and to the folk art museum this afternoon. Tonight we are going to a concert featuring the Subdudes….a band I remember in Nashville. I recently heard them in a shop in Mill Valley. I was under the impression that they had split up. I bought the CD…looks like they reformed. We were driving down Cerillos Rd. yesterday and Richard saw a sign that they were performing here..sure enough…so we will go tonight….I promise to wear clothes….very colorful clothes……cuz I got all the time in the world…I sit right back and watch my dreams unfurl……
Well, this ain’t Mexico…..but San Miguel is right behind….Santa Fe is not the town that I remember as a child…but, we all know about impermanance….check out my white beard….things do change. We drove here yesterday from Barstow, CA…last night I slept in the nude…….
This man is ready to go home. Yo quiero regressar a Mexico. I got back from Portland on Sunday evening. The workshop went well, but it took a lot out of me. I am still a bit out of sorts. Tomorrow I have to get all my things packed along with Richard’s. I feel blessed to have him as my travelling companion in this life. I look forward to returning to Casa Las Ranas and all the dogs and cats and my Mexican family of friends. Oh to be home again…down in Mexico…with my family of friends…. we like to get real silly………