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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 17

Rehearsal is like prayer. It is the highest form of artistic meditation. It is where the privilege of presenting is earned. Continue reading

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Diary of a mad creative: I create therefore I am pt.16

I know how to make lemonade. Only I stop me. If you stand in the path you may get left on the side of the road or perhaps ran over. I drive to the hoop by nature. I look for the blessings, value my haters, and move in one direction, forward. Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt 15

I have been wounded by Wilson and something is growing in the cut. Art should bruise, inspire, provoke, affirm, pose questions and soothe. Gem has done all that and Wilson is offering me more. I accept. Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 14

If you don’t decide where you stand you won’t know why you fell down. I deal in mental groceries. I want to feed my congregation. I don’t do fluff and I ain’t trying to cross over. If you want to … Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt. 13

If it’s good make it better. There is no perfect; it’s just a direction we can walk in. Excellence. It’s an interesting word that begs the question according to whom to which I answer: Excelling to the degree that what is offered … Continue reading

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Dairy of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am Pt. 12

We are who we say we are. Standing in the footlights paving a road others can follow. We are on the top of the mountain looking around at the terrain we have traveled. We are all need rest like air but for … Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Part 10

The din of the Theater Godz is deafening; their roar stills the rest of the world.We are about to be born. The portal is opening. Zen time. Rubber meets road here, but the time to bemoan final fates is past. We … Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt.6

Its dark in the portal, as dark as the inside of the womb. We are being birthed. Its quite here except for the sound of rhythm pitched just above the hum of white noise. We are traveling faster than light; its impossible to calculate our … Continue reading

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Dairy of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt 5

How can all the damn roads be uphill?
Sometimes, shit just “is”. Continue reading

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Diary of a Mad Creative: I create therefore I am. Pt 4

I have told you that the drama of presenting drama often threatens to eclipse the intended production.

Theater is the land of Murphy’s Law; what can go wrong will.

Diamonds are created by pressure.

Watch us shine. Continue reading

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