My Summer Solstice Art in 1985

About the year 1985 I was living in Key West, Florida. There was, at the time, a womyns living compound up on Sugarloaf Key. My friends and I took off from our home at 1208 Bay Street in a VW van. That van is another story in itself. When we got to Sugarloaf we were met by a large gathering of women. I think KC, Devona, Mary and Jean a Cotton were there. About sunset all of the women were instructed to form a big circle out on the large lawn. There was a group of houses on one side of the property, a large lawn, then a road next to that and then the water. All of us sat on the grass in a big circle. Blue carried a large clay bowl filled with sage grass and sat down as a part of the circle. Blue said she would light the sage and each of us should verbalize what we wish to "let go of" and when the smoke from the burning sage would rise up and disappear, so would the oppressing baggage we carried with us go up in smoke when verbalized. I had never been in such an environment and not used to putting my feelings out there for a bunch of strangers to hear. I sat next to my friend Captain Mel. When it came time for me to speak I said, "I am so moved by this whole scene I can't speak.". Everyone went Wow!. The next person to speak was Captain Mel and she muttered under her breath, to me, "Bitch.". She was caught off-guard.
Following this ritual there was alot of music and nude dancing under the stars. Martha, I can't remember her last name, who had just lost over a hundred pounds, shed her clothes and was frolicking in the grassy area and near the waters edge. The full moon was out. The pot was burning. Girls were everywhere I looked. The weather was steamy hot.

My 2010 Art Is Becoming My Evolving Weight Watcher Body

Last year I joined Weight Watchers the week before Thanksgiving. I just needed to start this long journey then.
Being 55 years old and weighing in at 277.4# I knew I needed to start. My entire life has been full of excuses and irresponsibilities. Now I was at a point where I had everything in my life just as I wanted it - except for my weight and self-image. So that's when I started that journey.
Now I am into it with a vengeance. I see my weight slowing dropping off. I feel my body improving with feeling and movements which have been dormant for quite some time.
Yesterday when I went for my weigh in I was 259.6#. So I am down 17.8#.
The first week of 2010 is when I really got serious. The holidays were over and I didn't gain any weight. I didn't lose either but...
So as a result of this transition I've found that I've let my painting drawing go by the wayside. For now. I need to concentrate and immerse myself in this best of quest for self-improvement. When I am at a place where I can resume my projects I will. I will also know when that time is.
One thing I really want to do is chronicle my journey here on this blog.
After all, it's ALL art. Isn't it?

My Art in 2009 Was Fruitful and Multiplied

In this year of 2009 I found my longtime friend Captain Melody. Let me tell you about Melody.
We met in circa 1984 in Key West, Florida. Melody lived onboard her trimaran, Waxing Moon, at Garrison Bight. She ran a charter boat business for women only. It was busy enough to keep her and her girlfriend, Kathy in rice and beans and all essentials. I lived at 1208 Bay Street. We were neighbors. right across a busy street from one another. I lived with my current, Jana.
I helped Melody sail her boat on the occasions she had a sail booked. It was always fun but we always got high when we went out and then I was pretty well good for nothing. I remember Mel and Kathy took me on a 3-4 day sail in the outback for my birthday one year. I have such fond memories of this time. It was full of swimming, sunning, eating , laughing, drinking, getting high, and spending our days with no clothes on. It's a very free-wheeling feeling if you've ever done this. Of course back then I was much more comfortable in my own skin.
I'm 261.2 thanks to Weight Watchers now. I'm absolutely loving this counting the points program. But I digress.
So Captain Mel and I have been friends for a long time. Melody taught herself to draw and paint. She sailed her boat - not Waxing Moon - across the big drink of Atlantic Ocean and stayed in the south of Spain for nearly a year. Flew back to the USA and returned to her hometown of Otummwa, Iowa.
Melody lives there now. Melody has a painting business where she paints beautiful portraits of people and their pets. I'm gonna try to get her link up here on this blog. She also has an animal rescue shelter she named Dog Star.
Last year Linda and I got not one but two beautiful puppies from Melody. I'm also going to try to post their pix here. Maybe a movie too.
In 2009 I was 55 years old.

My Art In 1999

In 1999 I was 45 years old and the most important person in my life was met.

I had been out of any romantic relationship for five years and I was ready to meet someone.

My mom and dad had just left from their visit to Key West and I was feeling good. One day I was reading the local free newspaper and in the personal ads I saw an ad which contained the phrase, "I've found my peace.". This was meaningful to me at this time and so I called the number and left a long message. The girl called me back and left another message. After a couple of phone tag messages left we finally connected. During our conversation we sensed that we had met before. It was true. Not in another lifetime but in the previous year in September, there is an event in Key West called Women's Week. My friend Mary had arranged for us to meet at "Diva's" - a local gay bar. During this meeting we hit it off great but failed to exchange phone numbers or whatever. It apparently wasn't our time to meet. so six months later I guess it was our time to meet. so we made a date to meet at the Rooftop Cafe in downtown Key West. We had dinner. We've been together ever since. That was over ten years ago.

She is my S.O. My partner. My main squeeze. Linda. She's the nicest person I know and she treats me better than anyone ever has. She's the love of my life. The person I waited 45 years to meet.