Right here, right now

Skyline Deva. this image is a collaborative image in process. Three participants. c.05,bgk/tks/belinda. The photograph of belinda happened while on an Art Academy of Cincinnati outing in DC or NY... can't remember. She and I communed in a space, and I felt privileged to allow my camera to acquire the proof it happened. Look at her face, in the second year 1975-6, she seems so pure, and so open and so present... there seems to be a Holiness about her, and she is happy to be inside that moment in this way with me. I bet my face/presence was simlar... because these moments are always reflected in some way.... I wonder if I allowed her to see what I felt then? We were riding a bus to somewhere and the space was light.

This moment taught me/us ...all moments can teach me/us. We can seek them out by offering them from our presence, and once in awhile, people are ready to share them this openly... and we each get recharged and we all do it.

I like the concept that we can initiate moments like this.... but I prefer the word seek. Seek and you shall find. What a premise. As I see it, you seeit, we all see it and seek it more from inside, to become avilable to a moment of life like this, in a steady, balanced way... now that is art ... and each time it is an oasis.

Little babies sparkle in this way. It feeds everybody who shares it with them.
It also makes you see the potential for all directions it might go, as it grows.


... it shifted me to hold this photo, after having it packed away for almost 30 years. I time traveled back, in thought, chose her then and fell in love all in 5 seconds in 2005. My next wave of thoughts was getting married and then having 5 kids, and seeing them all through college. that took 10 seconds. I kept looking. I did not get lost in wondering why I may have hid my side of the reflection back then. and then, believe it or now, I decided to allow myself to carry the thought dream further... I decided to see those next 10 seconds through. I saw, in my heart, that it could have been... yeah, it could have been, and of course from that view my life worked out different. And then I wondered, I wondered of the perception of loss- gai, cost of what ti took to be the route I took would remove this dream.... and I wondered if I was going to weep becasue it wasn't.

But as you can see, and bear witness, it still is.

...the best part? It's only this, all the same moments... still shared but blended through reflected others. ... it's all moments like thise, between univrses of alternate world they become... the destiny obliterated by a certain shift...choice.

the even better part?

I grew in the right way, to be able to see it (still ) , and larger in potential... now.

....and, then I realized that life provides this every step we take. what else is there?

.....so, on one hand, there is all this grace in between the challenges and the successes.

Like butterflies caught and released and then honored in memory.

I promise I will fix all the spelling errors in this Blog.

and on the other hand, the moment never changed. just a matter of light shifted and reflection, and zoom.

I have some paintings to do while you all visit this place and if you respond to any of these 250 or more entries (offerings) of thought, then feel free to know the comments are forwarded directly to my e-mail and I will soak them in as this same kind of moment.
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In this past 30 days, since I started to honor these moments shared, through this blog.... I have only mirrored a steady reality for the time we parted. No matter the person, especially the more you feel un presented, the reality is, that is just as significant as the ones highlighted... because, to me, in my realityfolks who have known me all these years, the know me , and in most cases i have used this moment internal to reach them right here ... instant. If that's all I had, doesn't it seem most practical? From here, I sensed we held each otherlike butterlies, like devas, like buddhas, and the proof is in the connections you are all saluting, sending and the networking as well as the wash of freedom from the past by seeing the timeless it refelcts in the now. granted, this is austere, for me. it's a practice. i say practice makes progress... but progress does not make perfect. Lot's of switchback flaws when you hit up against somethig you wish you could change, that steals the beauty of this expansion. and, like any good thing... once you know you are holding it, it can be like a tightrope walk with a gust of wind. the bak and forth of these shifts shows the distance and shines a light on the holes in the trail. You can't help noticing the work still left to do. it's never fine to leave anyone and you know it... I know it... yet we need to go towards our potential.

So maybe it's about getting more adept at reshifting the focal points of this equation. Love the one you are with... sometimes, I admit this was impossible. the fact of love brought back the pain that love began. as soon aas you know it's yours, you can almost sence the door opened and it flew out the window.
.... and is it really so bad, to notice that the dream includes a wash of beaut almost imposssible to bear.?

I had this dream once, where the energy shifted and I knew instinctively
that the way to snap out of it was to open my eyes. but it felt so great to keep them closed, I was reluctant to lose this equation. the relationship of it to me. but I knew it would burn my circuits and shere survival would take over. so it did.... I felt I instinctively also knew that we are given a way to visually understand the process of objective observation... so that we can piece the trail back together and ride the idea of it back home like a wave.

You can cause it to arrive out of you... by co-operation with it... but then the big learning is in the holding and the release.... not necearily in the having or sustaining.

So, I devised a plan to hold the ideal longer, just a little longer each time and focus off of the have part. but then there is the time of tempation... the desire to know every angle of why it feels so great to be immersed fully.

...shines a light on past failure, doesn't it? Revealing the true growth in relation to it. How can you treat it as a success either, when you defocus your attention, you somewhat notice that even the hole you sunk into, has some beuty to it.

Life is a success waiting to happen.

don't worry.... I say to my mind... it's not supposed to make sense.
any pea shooter could blow holes a mile wide in any of this.
but you can't blow a hole in the look on belinda's face.
try it and see. it will capture the part that already holds it, just by seeing it.

A success when you now see it new.
The work you each are doing, ain't work at all... that's the signal. i wish I had known that's few and far between.

Most of us, who have lost a few.... or held then arrive empty...
or held to long and faound death building, not life.

we seem to misbelieve for awhile. the tragedy is to see that yu WERE blind... sort of knew it, but claimed it didn't matter.

oh well... that's called making mistakes. but hell on theperson, if it is the other one who nsists that illusionis the truer reality.;

ouch.
at that point, I re-arrived and knew it ws training day all over again.

Let's all create beauty true that lasts. Hearing from you has shown me these moments of our illusory past and showcased the moments that last forever. And it's helped me back up to a safer position to punt. we always do better with a cheer or a raor of approval.

the Stang is getting up off the canvas again.

Holy Moly. this kid won't stay dwn. Let's just shift our tactics and reward him instead of building any more bric walls. that's what he's doing. Looks like a path .... amazing , it works for us to.

the holy angel Surprise Rescue Mission team is beaming us on home now...

....... these days are helping me to see I was always where I was, and here i am where you always were.

I knew when i saw you it would be this way. so there.

No wonder I am still in the same place. We hold each other in these kinds of reflections.

about the construction of this image: thank you Elk Rider!
He combined two of my images to make this one. I suggested a premise and he revfined that, and I lofe it... not only that, but this will be finished out as apinting soon... a huge one.... and some small ones as tests to do the huge one.


The mountains are one of my vistas from a "sacred spot" up on skyline. my vista ride up on Skyline boulevard, in the hills around the Bay area.
I go there to get re-balanced and listen to nature's quiet rustle and the air beneath the hawk wings.... and the leap of the bull deer. I watch a ground hog entertain me 3 feet away, and I laugh again. sometimes I cry it all out again. when a few, or 10 hours have passed, I feel ready to walk back to the art truck and feel improved. I saw some things I could change inside and nature helped me shfit a little towards that in a graceful way. It's not for everybody and may sound fanatical or weirdo or just plain crazy. It takes these kinds of separations from all but Mother Nature, for me to keep headed where I am eheaded. I tried everything else, and maybe this is only for a time.... the shared Blog is my way of reminding myself that it's never a solo journey.

In a sense, I feel I have an obligation to honor these kinds of moments, because you all have encouraged me so much. And I haven't even uploaded 1% of waht's coming in the next 3 months here. this is a book and the writings are going to be edited, and refined as poems/stories accompanying the images. In many cases, there is an original song that goes with a series of paintings all recorded/written and performed i the same time frame as the paintings were created.

I love the idea that I get to give back to you (most of you) a symbolic honoring of what wae stillshare, though miles apart.

and to the ones who lived inside the moments with me while I painted , we did it all together. it looked solofrom your side, but I felt you in my heart from time to time, and it was these moments we nurtured. . just as fresh as 28 years ago, or yesterday.

yeah.

and I know you have it right there, where you are

............ right now.

I wonder who thinks they own this one. I never sold it. the ex-wife appropriated it without my permission. I figured it was collateral. so, I never (yet) have objected. It's a long story... but this piece lives in a public space... I saw it there first hand in 95. And I heard the appreciation of it channeled back to me from others. If it is a representation of a vibration of me, as the artist... and if everything each of us creates is a vibrational shift in beauty for others, what more can an artist want? Seeing this onbe appreciated, takes the sting of how it was slipped out of my private storage without my permsission. guranteed, i tis worth about 20 times what I owe her....

Native American President 1992. already elected. this is a medicine shiled for th enext president, 1992, which turned out to be Bill Clinton... who, along with Hilary stood in the same 20 square foot of space on a stage back in Austin. I wasn't there to make money I was there to wish them well.

Later, in 1997-8, Bill Clinton came through Palo Alto a few times, and hung around Palo alto in places that required him to pass this painting and others displayed in my window. That mattered for me, because it seemed the images I was showcasing in my window were images of Indians in slightly shifted space.

Just enough to indicate a shift in thought about what we still need to watch out for in the 21st century. Who it hurts when we grab too much FROM ANYONE, and how it helps to honor the process of the RESIDENTS of the UNITED states.
theres' more to this, but I have to sleeep so that I can be able to go and witness a friends right of passage, whil ehe stands up to Police who brutally arrested him for no reason.

I recorded the evidence before it was gone, but I do not take sides against police or for my friends and against anyone.... what troubles me is that others do, and they protect folks who are lying, from time to time.

It took equations like this to pry the Indians off their ancient homeland. I know we can do something better... besides, if we do something better, we all get to share the fun.

I have a long story about what this painting means... but it's all there, maybe you can enlarge it and study it for yourself. for instance, John Kennedy is symbolically representing the quitiscential american family, nad the spiral of smoke is taking him to center of the "presidential shield" this is only part of the symbol. You also can see, if you look, the. symbols of tao, yin-yang and other spiritual symbols that are meant to present the concept of all of our paths honored in the shiled of the preseident/resident of the united states. I ways work simultaneous encoded interpretations and a few even wider views, so that routes of interpretaton bring a person to a newer understanding.

for example, in this one, if a person communes with the painting long enough, they will get an obvious sense that the part of this nation we hold dear, isn't fully shared with the ones that watche dus push them away from the part they tried to share with us.

You see, the first meeting was a greeting, it was the idea of the Indians to embrace ffrom day one. If you consider what REALLY happened, ever since invaders arrived, they integrated, until the real estate barons came. Word go9t back that some great sites for condos existed and now it Caliofornia Pines or some othe extrapolated version of a community desgned around a commons. What was already here, has been replaced by a replica. and the residents aren't the ones who accepted that offfer of the first, harmonious version. See the dicotomy? However, I do not judge this, like the day I signed the painting. I lhave learned since, that we have what's here now. I didn'tpush them off their land, I have tried to embrace the possiblity in this painting, that they allowed the process, rather than die off altogether, and we meemt centuries later, ready to make use of both our status. It's still the ones who have deeds who convince us that we own nothing, and their paper is proof.

a good lanownder, loves to see folks enjoy his/her blessings. It can happen. why not today? why ot for all? Why not with nature for sure.

Field of Dreams, a ToeKnee Painting (all in this blog are c. me. However, you will ntocie you can print a decent one there for your walls. thanks. Move them forward. But don't forget I am still living in my truck. No donation refused. My site has pay pal. If you feel so moved. I am sure I could do pay pal here toop... but I am a little unanxious to convert to dollars, as of yet. I would rather folks enjoyed this work and gave it to their friends, if they find inspiration in any of it. but, the higher quality images, are available... You can acxquire a better print with archival ink on archival paper.this indian is drinking an imported beer while watching "dances with wolves" in his self made field of dreams. he's sort of studying the manual Costner is proposing with his movies. If you dream it , it will come... and he is still waiting. the cool thing, is the eaquation is in each of our hands now. We get to build somethig better, cause we are seeing that if we don't. it will be just as bad for us, as it turned out for them. Our internal process must unfold a better way than killing off all the previous owners of what we want to take. I ama not so sure how to create the newer way, but we all can push away the route that's been already been driven, and take our time to do something better that costs fewer /less suffering in other people's lives.lidavthem  

Little Spirit Eagle. some say, one of my best. enlarge and see here joy-filled-wonder-confident-fun, a happy girl in a traditional dance. the man who oen's it, with his wife, got it for 10% of it's value at the time. that's ok. He helped me in ways I could never repay. This is sometimes the only reason I want to sell anything. the ones who deliver, I know deliever, because they live life to deliver. So, therefore, I have to refelct that back. That's why I gave stuff to Willie Nelson, Joan, Mellencamp, Kris, and amny, many more just right here right now. some folks say I need to have an agent. Maybe today, maybe today I will aceept that. but that's because I walked stuff like this to those folks who shift 10,000 at once through their talents. It converts up. The best honor the underlying union... and the rest of us learn from watching them.  

I thought this was a launch of my music. too much ego to suit my taste. I studied internally more, made the disc, but held it back. I got taught a lesson I later learned I could have learned better/ but it would require pacing. So, I smashed the guitar and restarted from scratch. that was 1986, this guitar meeting up with my kitchen floor. I chose life over love of a material posession that was separation between myself and others. Now I KNOW, I bring the audience along... then I was not sure. Ce le Vie. Wise choice on my part.t 

SunFlowers July. somebody owns this.... I wonder who. T. Stanger 1990 

doug lipper, the master art jeweler, owns this one. In and out of his studio, members of Def Leapard walk... mostly Rick Allen... the drummer who got his arm torn off in a freak accident while on tour in Rome, some 13... 15 years ago. Rick plays with his shirt off, one armed, and with special peddles. I was happy to see doug's music honored by Rick, and proud that I helped doug a little, some years before then, when his son was getting ready to pass on. this painting represents what we can do for each other, if we do not run when the challenges face a friend. Long distance, I feel this HOPI guy (in the painting) congradulating us all for surviving. You know, the Hopis plant corn 3 feet deep, in the desert and it grows fine. They have and ancient system. they have bonded with the land... the do not treat it as enemy. 

Interviewing Kristofferson and Baez, the last Highwayman tour... 9 years before Johnny Cash said goodbye and became a saint with June Carter.... or as close as anyone could ever become to a saint... in my book... right there with Louis Armstrong , Jimmie, Stevie Ray, and Baez's sister. They gave back, and were glad to do it. I thnaked Kris for Heaven's Gate. I thanked Joan for the peace marches and the courage it took to calim Cesar Chavez as brother. I thnaked them for helping make my world better, as I also thanked Geronimo's grandson, and Redcloud's great, grandson, and Crow Dog's and many others contributuions. I went first hand, and paid homage to the elders who devoted lives/paths to make my world (and yours) better. Looking back, I can't believe how many of these have gone on to surpass their past achievements... It's a call for us all to match their lives, by doing ours with equal grace in the towns where it matters most.  

Taos Pueblo 5 am #1, a ToeKnee painting.image! 

this is the great grandson of Geronimo. the little baby geronimo holds in that famous picture of the father, the son and the grandson. this man didn't want any disciples. he chased me away. I wasn't there for that anyway. He told me not to talk dwon George Senior, who came and deputized him as a CIA agent. So, I did not talk down George Senior. I am still trying to embrace peole who do what they know, cause that's all they know to do. There's always the possiblitity that possibili-titty- that GE will convert, and develop the solar panels their Sanyo wants to try to build. One part they can face, with our help... is away to see that by going green, they GET more profit, plus, they get credit for saving the planet, or helping... this close to the cliff... who cares about money. All I want, all we 9any of us) really want is ease, and peace and expanded joy with challenges that hurt less... stuff that's rebuildable sure helps... especially if it is efficint and right here today; wind, sun, water. Learn form the dioxides GE. shift on your own and make it more quality of life than any of us could ever dream. Notice the porfits grow exponentially afterr that. Petroleum is on the way out, sooner or later the days are numbered. It just can't last. If we changeover earlier, you get to share in the least damaging version of where our past trajectory as a planet takes us.ge.  

continued.... I threw up my hand. I did not move. all eyes were on me, and my car... as I said. That 3 seconds of hesitation saved his life. I saw it all while it happened. If you drive art, people get a chance to be where they are. The see. They wake up. And their kids share joy with their parents. People get happy when they see this. It's always a parade, and that is a challenge for me... because I like my anaonymity. I make my tv... the big players study it and duplicate the best parts. when I drive araound, I am easy to find. The town connects this to the guy in the show. but I am not for fame yet. I am for seeing a life changed... and even better if I see a guy run a light, a pedestrian no less... and he gets to live through it, because this art is nearby. I drive seldom. This car auses people to be where they are. me too. 

My art truck. All vehicles I had/have have been extensions of the creative flow. this one has saved at least one life so far. A guy was new to this country, trying to cross 4 lanes. All eyes were on me... he was rushing a light already changed... didn't understand the signal. When he started running, his head was low, beneath the front of the suv across from me... the lights were green that person could not see him... he was in panic. he had made a mistake..  

Maharishi International Video team player, the handhled master- Toe Knee, with an 85 grand camera. The women are celebration some service achievements and each other. I was happy/proud to play a part. the team loved me. We were family. The town grew. The people flourished. Dreams happend.Peace was built. We worked together. I was happy to do it for 40.00 a month and advanced meditation technigues. 3 and 1/2 years. Still growing from it. 

One of a series, that ended up on the floor of a Vancouver Gallery, where toe knee saw forst hand the value in taking your time... whether you are tryig to save your marriage or not. Probaably a destroyed painting. Of the 23 purchased, none were shown, and five were masterpieces... but I was a basket case... and maybe the other 7 didn't justify holding these 5 safe for the day they'd appraoch true value.... to my taste, this watercolor is like looking at 30 grand. Maybe, the day after I die. I sure hope some person who can use that cash to help people gets the painting evaluated on antiques space journey, the verion of antique roadshow where it get's aappraised fairly and resold in 2037. yeah. what do youthink? Do you see a spirit on th eother side of this, poking his head into the 3d through this image? 

Vicki Grace, Where are you???? Toe Knee poses in front of the Maharishi Golden dome #1, built in an oasis of a storm in 1979. the weather changed mid-winter. Toe knee filmed the doc. You can still see parts of his work in the Maharishi University Management School web site. In the dead of winter, 1979, a shift occured that somehow brought the grace of spring while, 30 miles in all directions, it was sometimes blizzard, and freezing. Documented fact. January in Iowa. the project got finished and the doc was aired, and the celebrations were once in a lifetime. the meditations deeper.eec 

toe Knee's swan dive.... before the big bounce, and bounce, and bounce and bounce.for  

The real Authorities. 1992.  

Red Cloud time traveling. 1997 a T. Stanger painting. part of the native american President 1992 series (extended).  

Read Coud's Dream, a premonition painting. byT. Stanger 1992, part of the native American President series showcased to the Texas Legislature, and around Austin (Anne Richards, liked em too!) 

Sitting Bull Head Dress. a T. Stanger painting. 

Liberty Ride July Y2K.
Somewhere in a galaxie far,
far away, in a simultaneous synergistic unversl shift,
we see what's already been, right, long finalized and accepted.
The Indians won.

a riding around the tee pee.

Who'd a thunk it.
Who'd a thunk it.
Indians have motorcycles too.

fine powered by ideas worth having.

Everybody was happy.

It's got to be July 4th, y2k.
Liberty for all.
u
but for a different reason
...and just as fun as fireworks.

He proves he can be a good citizen ww2, and reconditions
a 45 -45 Harley .

while it's just barely a flash of light. What in the heck are they burning in that tee pee campfire that makes the sky so full of swrling surfers and rescue missions? Frank Cooper ala Gary Cooper works an eagle in his end-game, on the res, where he ran a head dress in a youthful 19 aged pre-hollywood dance, then returned to walk with the chiefs as was meant to be. A shaman looks on. The red road is still the red road... a ship headed for a replay of a wwII nip and tuck mission off the coast and Stanger collects his paintings with an austin tribe pre- U-haul. somebody's son rides a wake board circle while a father fishes a monster out of his path. James Bond, 007 decides to pull Ursala andrews up by the feet, like delivering a newborn or a rabbit out of a hat. God, I love those see through titties. the Billboard pre-ocean tells the whole story as a markee of the made for tv verswion with aborigines going along for the 15 minutes of a window that decidely moves one or two tsunamis of a dozen aside. Get ready to surf. there's a parkeet tatoo on the indian's chest, and hearts in the head dress.... where is he headed? LIberty was liberty before anybody re-named it freedom as a fake reason for setting up another coca-cola kiosk. but ist's a fun adventure, anyway.

Of course I know who it is!

Who in the heck is this guy? Guess correctly and recieve an ink jet version of a real painting by Toe Knee, signed , dated and wrapped in a Palo Alto Daily Newspaper of current issue!

Update!!!!!!

We have a winner... we have a winner... ELK RIDER WINS!!!!!!

However, this is your task, you too can win!!!!!!!

Yes you can!!!!!!

Here's a clue!

He's a well known member of the current faculty of the wonderland creative art life enhancing community of the ART ACADEMY of CINCINNATI. guiding future contributors of our next century's crop of beauty, thought provoking inventiveness and life quality expansion enhancing suppliers of ART- 3d, 2d and other dimensions found within the creative moment.

In other words, the oasis from the cold industrial grey and steel, also known as the ART ACADEMY of Cincinnati!

so... track it, search it... find it.... and find him in his similar but further advanced form... in that realm.... on that web site... it's your mission if you decide to accept it! certainly a mission possible.

or ask Elk Rider to tell you!

then e-mail toekneestanger@hotmail.com

...and let me know which of the jpgs (you can already download in less quality here) you want me to print in higher quality, signed on Costco's Kirkland (what a brand name!) heavy weight 8.5x11 paper, and mailed to your PO box, or any other willingly surprised repient....

your address will ABSOLUTELY NOT be shared, sold, or even e-mailed back unless you want a dialogue, which you'd better indicate, if you do... just rest asssured you'll get somehting you can feel and touch from my hands within a week or two... post marked with the estremely rare and highly collectible return address of somewhere in California... yeah. California... that mystery land we all heard about in Cincinnati... the same palce where some other people also live, including the folks who launched Gilligans Island and the light sabre!

Your prize needs to be sent, if you want it, or if you have the round trip plane fair, you can come and get a treat at Cafe Barone's in Menlo Park and think-tank arranging your own art launch their (this is a great spot to be seen in the background of some pretty amazing Californiteos.... ( is a sort of over giddy rendition an incredibly real option you might be able to snag if the owner likes your portfolio overview.... and, man this cafe has some fun people to watch... I'll tell you what.... in fact million dollar deals that affect the whole wide world happen there all the time, but who cares about that. The women are beauty, but sometimes a little to actressy for me to watch too close.... next door, is Kepler's books... and some folks like Joan baez walk through this territory if yoou sit around long enough.... on the other side of the outdoor cafe, is the cigar shop... I can show you which are the best 300 cigars for free) !


but back to your chance at winning.... could you get Elk Rider to contact me again with a mailing address....

Oh, there is another option... ship me to Cincy and I'll bring a whole batch and sing a 3 hour set of my original music in exchange for the ticket... you supply the location.




guess what I know....

Ok, I'll tell you anyway.

I'm also ready, willing and able to send to you, him, her and anybody responding to this offer ( package of prints portion that is...) , a few other trinkets from my bag, while I can afford the postage. .

Stuff like unreleased cd pressings of various live original music-sound paintings and story song-films ... home made movies... maybe even a copy of the Toeknee Show. Maybe even one with some other old time artist's interviewed by me, like Willie Nelson... John Trudell, Baez (audio only) or Kristofferson (audio only).... maybe even some like-minded artists around this California land you'll get to watch on your own Video player, or re-launch on your local cable station!

.... and maybe, since it's pretty cheap mailing a few extra and a cd, I'll use what stamps I have to fill everybody's mailboxes with a range of 3 to 6 ptints of original images as ink-jets, a cd or two and maybe even a dvd burn (if that part of the equation is up and running by then)...it all comes down to the change in my pockt to keep the postage handled... until I run out ,or if you boost the supply via donation, some more of a wider sample. Keep in mind, their is a choice range of 12 to 16 cds sspanning 25 years, 10 years of cable access 1 hour shows, and a couple thousand hours of source videos un edited, 3 to 5 raw feature length indy films of various subjects (documentaries of visitng touring bands, guests filmed for the tv show, and a range of approx 300 to 500 images (so far)... and other content in various forms ( a comic strip-zine, as yet unreleased, about a dozen albums shared with others over the years and the video documentaies of those journeys....

I gess this all sounds like a bragging diatribe. I am intentionally trying to tweak you to consider your own wide range of output beyond your traditional artforms... I bet you match me or urpass me if you count the wide range your life expresses... because we actually brathe creatively, isn't this true???

isn't it?....

..... supplies seemingly are unlimted, funds for stamps seem limited... no donation refused...., but none expected/or demanded. If you hesitate or thnk this is a joke, you may lose your chance to get a thrill ride, of sorts.

This offer won't be supported forever, unless you help the river flow in your direction.



It's a great idea to include a pledge that you will consider to move some of your own creative beauty to travel to others in similar ways, someday when you decide you want to, are ready, or to help us all share in your process by directing traffic to what you may have up already. .

Hey.... this is all about showcasing to each other, if you wanna, just how real, how alive and how true we all still are!

... yeah!.... and even though I will never be much of a joiner to the corporate yahoo or google blog versin of life as art, maybe you will still coonsider to take a trip like this blog featuring your process as a Blog....

Incidentally.... it's amazing I trusted Google this far... but it hsn't brokrn on me, and so fate it's fairly worry free.... Google, (who owns Blogger, this free start-up version of a Blog) has been around out here in the section of the Bay area where I currently reside... for a few years I road my bike the 45 minute ride from here onto Bayshore, in order to get to the cineplex, in order to get from my studio to the films at the century 16 and saw the Google sign and the small campus multipled in size each time I rode... I passed the little office that became Google one week, and then later it was growing and spreading out.
this blog is a sort of way to invest in myself, you, and us in an even bigger way than payback in the bank. And I am only just starting. We each have an bigger bank inside.

I am not here to get you hooked on google, (who own's Blogger.com (this free site opportunity) but I am here to help you see you can reach each other, me, the world from where you stand sit, smoke or eat pizza... How bout a slice???

I believe that we can boost belief that the intentions inside of creative motion through intention, reflection, hand and heart get furthered towards our deserving audience that, may , in some cases wait for what you have already known you can send !!!

... just thin about that.

who knows what tomorrow may soon bring ....we all have terminal illness called life...

is there a possibilty that you too may see your desgn on a shopping bag like Picasso??? (that's not a joke folks!). If you go to the academy site, they have a link there to CafePress.com, where you can send data via the web, and get paid for each mug, print, t-shirt you send to the world on the head of an collector that may just walk right past me out here, as mine may walk past you there... it's available for no up-front costs... anything you painted, it's up to you! with or without me or anyone, it's right there ready and powered up ....

today.... let me tell you about today.

I went to Arastradero Preserve to do a ceremony, to get ready for speaking some truth at a trial (police abuse out here) for whcih I filmed/secured the visual evidence as part of the art I live, I express/serve in this way... by donation. I step in where needed.

I cut my hair. to be presentable and better to showcase the truth I will say in a few days on behalf of a friend.

When I walked back from my sacred tree spot, I saw a Mini cooper with a bike rack, and a hipster getting his 2 thousand dollar bike rady for trail ride (live mountain lions spotted frequently all aound there... but that's another story).

Guess who is general managerm suplier of that rack design/product (which the enduser tells me is a great and secure rack?

John Fitzsimmons..... yeah, and you met him right there, during our 4 year stint at the Academy.

You'll see his face a few blog entries back, right here.

that's an example of outcome meeting audience and enrichment right here seen first hand, with testimonials to boot.

Same thing can happen if you supply us with your creative flow, by letting it fly.

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Go to Minifini.com.... and find out, or just believe me... none other than our friend/fellow Art Academy classmate.

That was perfect timing.

someday I want a minicooper.

an old girl friend bought one a couple years back... came to my studio and took me for a ride up on skyline... I've been a believer ever since. fun to drive... easy on the gas, safe and roomy.

and somebosy I know supplies the custome designed bike rack.

there you go.

what more can I say.

YOU do influence all of us, by what your send forth.


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this entry written on 3 hours sleep as I prepare to get ready to help a local friend via filmed evidence in his police abuse case here in Cali- for- NI- aye! I am influencing a discussion of civil rights right here, right now, out here, by intuition I stepped in and did for him what he couldn't afford to pay anyone to do. And it will show up, in theory as one of those cases that reflects on lost protective constitutional rights.

Art is life.... Life is art.

We ain't dead yet!

right on.

Now... you gonna follow through or what?

Hey... I have another announcement.

If you check previous blog entries from time to time that contain pictures of classmates, associates on my journies you'll notice that I willexpand and speak what I was blessed with by association with these various friends. I intend to thank them fo rhow they inspired me by being who they already are. I learned/learn a lot and it's a great time for me to testify for all the friends. It shouldn't have to be a court case. Would we bring our shared inspirations (belief IN) each other's contributions to wa forum here or elsewhere and combine it to mutiply and expand our fuel inside of whre we now stand/sit paint/create?

You Betcha... by golly.

......these folks kept my eyes on the prize by what they created and reflected back and it's a good time for me to remind them of how they inspired me to keep going... and still do.

.....distance means NADA.

If you are beginning in the Art Study realm, I'll tell you what I learned most while at the oais of the ART Academy of Cincinnati... that being an artist is a good thing for me to be, via direct experience while sharing 4 years with these life-long friends......osmosis by being in the company of these great talents.

If you get to sit at a cafe between classes and philosophy catches your whimsy like it did mine with folks similar, you'll later know how much , as years fly, it fuels your journey. Irrefutable.

You get to capture those ideas, smiles, inspirations and even rivalries.... like snapshots in consiousness expansion...and to carry them forward in your own unique way/style ..... your journey will then be in process of surpassing all expectations.

It will keep the candle lit so you can find your way home long distance style, if you ever hit a rough patch... but it's really up to you, how deeply you participate.

for me, it's truly like a very, very nutricious "meal"...yeah..


The world needs your sparkle.

Your style will enhance all of us.

What you bring back makes us all better.

If you haven't used lingo this way....

then use it your way.

but it's gonna reach the people anyway.

through your brush, breath, step, beauty.... life.

Yeah... and holding your kids is the best of all.

..........holding each other in this kind of outcome is beyond war.

Not my idea.

Just announcing what you already know.

.......more real that the challenge,
definitely merged with the outcome while also simultaneoously headed beyond that... in it's own way.

none like which is instant enrichment.


the machinations of the power brokers may slice us to a thousand physical miles apart... but no such thng can interfere with what's already true.


Your offerings reach me.

Mine reach you.


PROOF of the concept.
Did yo know, that the "Lucy show" tv programs boasdcast in the 50's are now at the edge of our universe as waves embarking on a journey to other solar systems as we speak? this is scientific fact.


anyway.... we don't need me telling you or anybody something as if it's mine.

yeah yeah yeah.

I don't want start the tributes quite yet. Let's let this soak in

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Where, oh where in the world is Betsy Hall??? 

time travelers through the public transportation of 3dland

How could I commune with a person this deep from these many feet away and never touch her? Boggles my mind... boggles my mind. How do I make peace with this? Paint a painting of it 28 years later, that's how. she's gotta be 48 or so now... I hope her life is happy. My head must have been up my own a*s to miss this then... on the other hand, maybe this represents what I have earned these past 28 years? You think? Artists, among other things, are archivists and creative translators. The artist visionaries of old were healers, scientists, shaman, world translators of culture. You think that has ever changed, just because we've been sqeezed by this materialistic/capitalistic-greed-war filled society? Of course not. When we breathe, we see, we touch , we hear, we sense, for the whole culture whther we admit it or the society blesses it or not. Just by BEING, we vibrationally supercharge the grey filled world of steel and concrete and allow for essence of beauty to sparkle behind us. You don't have to build a camera I can afford, or give me a grant or a gift of one if you don't want to. My heart/our hearts record just fine in real time. The only benefit tools, time, grants, brushes can create is for you and your world. Wanna enrich it? Find artists around you who are demonstrating ability to creatively organize out of chaos and power them up. Then you get to see what we see... otherwise, you want to protect your assets and see us as leeches of your wealth... go head then, Keep your opportunities, tools, trinkets, our options for giving back there for yourself to gather dust in your mansion corners along with your other worldly trinkets...if you so choose, you're the one's who lose by building profit for profit sake alone. Remember, if you want beauty , you have to further the seers around you! My eyes still see. Camera, or no camera, 28 years later or then... I am doing my part... Just by surviving to bring this to you now... Notice? ...I choose to do the best I can with what I have. I can draw with mud and sticks under the clear blue! And when eyes still see, hearts to hearts still shift back to full spectrum, and shimmer in that scawl on your trail. You can photograph it and wonder what knd of monkey, mountain lion, bird, or vagabond left you a trinket on the trail ala Andy Goldsworthy... wonder on, wonder on, wander on... I'll tell you this,.... when I feel chased, badgered or or billed for the space I inhabit, breathe, work to enjoy...I regather myself and see with the eyes of artist. This refreshes. If you do not want to support that, or even if you outwardly condemn it as useless idle time wasted, it still sparkles reflection that shuts down the world war machines and show truth in the NOW, even if it is only for the Coyote... You see reflected here for you, undeniable proof... we ARE here... finally. 28 years protected, now offered long after your refusals...

I have done my job.... I have done my job living long enough to bring it all home where it always was, no matter how you voted, how I thought I was tricked into voting, living, participating as less thanthis...anyway. Still alive, it still shines anyway. Look SEE. Aren't we better for this? Enlarge, enrich, empower, and see for yourself.

Are you building anything that keeps the humans around you available for this within themselves? If not, then consider starting now. Everyone can dance. Everyone can sing... everyone can see... Even you. Even me. Why not recommend this to your your deepest heart by furthering the ones you know in your own city and town, who are endeavoring to repair, re-create, shelter whatever it takes to be available to try to scrounge through their journeys and find these artifacts to inhabit your long-yearning heart's-desire? Aren't you a believer in the Holy just by knwoing this exists, Atheist, Communist or religious fanatic all... Who can deny you/we/I need these reflections heart to heart multipied digitally for the world to see? Who. Haven't we ennough grey, bleak desperate, where else is hope faith, beauty, peace, if not here, heart to heart?

....build it then... give it then... know it then... NOW.

It's the only way to stay sane.

28 years later, and from a wiser place than my youthful impulse to collect this image... I can tell you, and myself ... I sure miss the opportunity I see must have been there, yet still is here, where I was/am still sitting across from her.

And I know, time travel is real.... traveling back 28 years to hit my knees in front of her now and kiss her feet and her belly, seat of the Universe. Lord knows I was pledging my life in service, whether I knew it or not... and even though I seem to have forgotten all the details.... I still have the guts to admit I saw it/see it and hold it now here for you to hold in your own way/heart...

.... If only we could make a difference in our worlds, so that the bright lights in each other shine this safe and true all our living breathing days... no matter where we are headed/or ever go... never far from where we already are....who would want to walk past this and not at least share these smiles? ...

John fitsimmons... the Ftiz, with his half shaved face 1976. Hip before hip was hip. In this year, the year of 3rd year Art academy, I'd earned my way back via last years portfolio review. Year by year, you got re-upped to another session, performance based. We'd all gotten to know each other by then, sadly one of my current friends at the time, Aaron Moore, was not so thrilled about John's tree shaking antics. On the one hand, I was enjoying shared cofffee breaks with folks separate from what now looks like too much of a clique. John and I were always on good terms, but never as close from here on out... until these days almost 30 years later. At the aha! center in Palo Alto, in 2004, I sat in front of a newly set-up DSL connection and blanked my mind. I asked myself this question, "who is reachable, right now, of the many of shared friends... who would I want to search and find?".... I was very surprised to hear "John Fitzsimmons'" name pop into my head. so, I did the search, and found him at a Mini-Cooper modifications/design company in N.Y. I did not e-mail him then....and, believe it or not (this is absolutely true) the very next day, I got an e-mail from John Fitzsimmons. And you say consciousness/heart connections aren't real? think again... far better than a phone line... instant... real... beyond time or space. Proof positive. The obvious questions are, "who thought of who first?"... easy obvious answer is this, Doesn't matter. It takes both to make it happen, and my guess is that equations like this are best enjoyed not studied too closely. there's a whole batch of people you are connected to. Quiet you mind and send what you will. My best guess is that the more open, more positive flies fastest. yes. You don't need religion (organized) or jargon to justify anything, purpose, intiention work fine and are pure enough.