This is my first blog post of the year and contains within a social commentary that is unapologetically self-labeled pithy and erudite - a new and improved direction I have found myself traveling in. Even my handsome (again self -labeled) picture to the left is symbolic, for I have the look and demeanor of a Rural Gore Vidal.
I’m trying to place myself into author mode... This is the year of my book - My ode to joy, my painted sunrise. That means a lot of work, nothing is easy until it becomes so. The narrative in this book, which many of you have stated I should write, will be the vehicle in which my last 2 or so years of blog entries, late night Facebook posts, and other sober private moments will take root and fly. This is the GravityBubble that will enable them, without the use of primitive, antiquated rockets, to escape this planet’s gravity and soar as golden stardust. The Gravity Bubble has been built, tested, and outfitted with a years supply of self spreading p-nut butter, Panda Punch and Blue Bamboo. T-minus 360 days and counting.
I will be working on a tight schedule setting aside much of my “on” time for completion of this project. The lagniappe is that I can work on my Great GroovyLand novel even when my parkinson’s medication is NOT working - the adds many hours to the day.
Thanks for dropping by - here’s a expert from my love child in progress followed by a cynical view of our culture.
From the book (working title) My Life with the BoTai (Panda) -
Chapter One - Urbanite - and other unknown things.
My friends - acquaintances - and those who fall into neither category, I’ll call them concerned individuals, lately ask me “What’s with all the Panda’s” I usually reply with friendly sarcasm that Pandas are easy to paint. This comment receives a low-fi smile and satisfies art-lovers as we stand, smiling, waiting for more shrimp to be brought out. Easy? This is not at all an untruth. I use the ubiquitous, iconic Panda image already in the mind of the viewer to provide familiarity and most of the detail, so a large share of the work is already done. Since I am required to paint something - why not paint something easy. Plus, I like them.
But, I haven’t always liked them - For many years I had an enormous, unsubstantiated fear of Pandas and all things Panda. Why, I do not know, as I said, my fear was unsubstantiated. Since there are no Panda’s in my bedroom - backyard - neighborhood - or even in the city zoo of the mid size Florida metropolis I now call home, since there are no pandas anywhere in my life I had no reason to be afraid of them. As I said, my fear was unsubstantiated. (That is the last time, in this book, that I will use the word unsubstantiated )
This baseless fear lay dormant for many years until I went shopping for socks . . .
and now for my opinion on something no-one asked of . . .
Overrated Icons of cultural disillusionment
There are elements of our shared experience - our culture - call them icons, that are, at best, misrepresented, They are sold by a Madison Ave mentality to the highest bidder, and if and when we discover the truth we can’t help but wonder what else have they have lied to us about. Here are three (n no particular order) that I easily came up with, see if you can think of any. This is only my opinion - You might not agree.
When I was young cigarettes were everywhere - mainly in advertising - promises of full flavor and satisfaction went out the window with that first rancid puff. The Marlboro man mystique can never be obtained - it’s only a highly addictive toxic plant that makes those that sell it rich and those that buy it sick.
#2 Disney World
I have heard that it is The Disney Corporation’s plan is to have everyone in the world visit one of their parks ONE TIME. That would be enough to satisfy the greediest stockholder. They don’t care if you ever come back. That’s the reason a trip to the Magic Kingdom comes with - long lines and short tempers - short rides and long faces - ridiculously over priced “food” - and a faux concrete version of an America that never existed.
#1 Mona Lisa
People found it strange that We would go to Paris and not visit the Louvre “Y’all didn’t see the Mona Lisa?” So, the last we broke down and visited this international overrated icon. Lines that made the ones at Disney look dustbowl empty - prices that would make you sick - crowds that overwhelmed your humanity.
All this to glimpse a too small, too far away, disappointment.
If it were funnier I would laugh more... if it were sadder I would cry.
just say yes!
meet Andy Ward King, a professional musician and artist until a diagnosis of parkinons dsease at age 49 forced him into an early retirement., he now uses his music, his art along with the whimsical world he has created in this blog as therapy to ( as he puts it ) outsmart his brain and make the daily battles with parkinson’s a little bit easier, to give him that all important reason to get up on the morning, to make his life worth living. Andy has learned how to say NO to gving up \ NO to depression and apathy \ NO to following willingly the road of decline that stretches before him. he learned that to say no to all of these things all one has to do is say yes. Andy has learned to just say YES to life/\\