Some folks believe that I am this druggie hippie artist….I was a stoned hippie 50 years ago…Times have progressed and moved on…I feel that sometimes I have been unfairly culturally profiled…as Richard once exclaimed to a guy trying to sell us "blow" in Oaxaca…"who do you think we are? Cheech and Chong?"…….As I sail through these years…I find comfort in this Mystery of Persona wrapped around my soul-ness…my Such-ness…Because of the way that I have allowed the cards to fall…I have left myself open to speculation…There is an odd art form in being the object of speculation…The trick is to turn it into the Subject of Mystery and Lore…"To Live Mythically and in Depth" as a friend once said years ago in New York…So, Dear Readers, the same question will continue to stir my heart beat…will tug at my sense of wonder….Who am I? Who am I?…The beat celebrates and continues…..the beat…the beat…
I am you and you are me and….