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Walking Softly

It has always perplexed me, becoming aware of an artist, and watching them as they grow, begin to follow the wrong thing, and then using their art, endeavor to convince others that they would do well, no indeed can only be truly free, if they choose to follow along in the artist’s flawed choice of beliefs. Art is powerful. Like a gun, it can be a weapon of peace, or war. As with any weapon, intention is everything and accuracy matters. Love and peace and hate and war. It is simple wisdom to understand when to engage and embrace each

Living Bali

Contained within the concept of life, if one examines the word itself, the thing (noun) is not really what one may assume. A look at the origins of the word, takes you back to a Germanic root, which actually means leave, or more to the point: to remain. Taken yet to a more finite point of purpose in definition, to live, is to OCCUPY, a space, time and place. In living, we fill a space with our heart, mind and spirit. Here is the story of the Bali Nine. A group of individuals cut off by country, and set adrift

Jam

I have a lot of friends who are into music. They all range in experience, depth, scope, and level of monetization. Music is one of the High Arts of course. How a person begins in any Art germinates in a fascination with it. I remember mine. Getting to play my Hawaiian Grandfathers Zither. I must have been about 6 or 7. Guitar lessons at 8. Then on to the Arts in school, where I took choir, learned to sing in church, band practice, learning to read and write music. It was part of the education process in America at the

Gaviota Muse

Robb Havassy is up visiting right now. Yesterday, I got to introduce the publisher of the culturally iconic book Surf Story, to Joe Cardella, who among a long list of artistic accomplishments, was also the creator and publisher of Art Life, a leading collectible monthly publication. Joe’s stint at the helm was twenty five years long. I smiled on the inside, as both of these amazing men, were people that Mary Osborne insisted that I meet. Mary rarely does that: insists. So, when she calls me, and then follows up, I know I had better pay attention. For over twenty

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