I have the car rental packed securely with my art and I am ready to drive up the coast of California to the North beyond Marin alone. As I sit behind the wheel, I am sitting in fear. I am driving to Fort Bragg to deliver my art and myself to have my one-man show called “A Sacred Artist in Modern Times.” This is my sustainable art, spoken word with custom beats, sometimes a band with live music travelling show.
My first show was at Seven Degrees in Laguna Beach with Love Chutney playing live music and myself performing spoken word over the beats of Mike Ellis. The second show was three venues at the Sawdust Festival celebrating its 50th year. This will be my third venue of performances. It has been three years since I have been to Fort Braggs to visit my old friend and gallery owner. This is an opportunity to expand as an artist, a business person and a human soul. It is time to come out of the womb. It is time to be my dream. I am doing the show alone.
The first three hours I am besieged by chronic legs cramps from Laguna Beach to Los Angeles County. I cannot figure out if I am just manifesting fear with my leg cramps or maybe I was unable to make this trip from Laguna Beach to Fort Bragg. Either way, I have to make a decision. I am not the child whose grandfather drove him everywhere. I am in the driver’s seat now. Stay with me grandfather, help me to face the fear in order to achieve my goal. My goal is honoring my dream of being an accomplished man, a sustainable artist who is willing to recycle materials of life and turn them into uplifting art. In order to achieve that goal, I have to be free emotionally, spiritually and physically and be willing to gamble on expanding my inner strength.