Hitting the wall

It is starting to feel like the 21st century is about feast or famine. If you have work, you have a lot of it. 2015 for me has been about feast, for me. I've been having many blessings. Among them, an amazing, cool artist friend as my mentor who is also a curator. I have, I think, 6 pieces in the National Motorcycle Museum "2 wheels and a motor" Art Show. I'll post that and pound my chest some more later. The trip gave me a lot of time to think, and I feel like I have to post this. 

Driving through the Heartland on my way to Anamosa.

 I blow past a semi truck full of pigs.

Little pink snouts sticking through the grating. Reaching for air under a huge, shifting, Iowa sky.

NPR is telling me about IS,  and what's happening with Greece,  and the shooting in South Carolina. it's raining, then clear, alternately.

 I've got a long drive ahead of me, still.

I've been looking forward to seeing some good friends  I haven't seen in awhile.

Motorcycle rallies are a new experience for me.  

A world I haven't experienced.

As an artist we all spend a lot of time observing.  

Creating experiences that elicit a response.

I remember telling somebody the racism as we knew it was dead. Perhaps.

Or, it is very possible it's been replaced with a much more radical, isolationist version of the same thing.

Yeah, I don't get pushed to the back of the restaurant. 

Yeah,  I can get a taxi. 

I absolutely can buy a house in the neighborhood i want.

Will I get stopped driving across this great state of Illinois, "DWB"? 

Can I go to a movie?

Is the water safe?

I might have a great credit rating but if I get stopped by the side of the road will they do right?

I feel secure cuz I have a nice house. A late model car.

But, when somebody can come into a place of refuge just start blasting people, just what the F is up?

Does that even matter. "It's the Nature of Things", right?

"Life isn't fair, but it's even"

Words fill the car so I almost can't breathe.

I open the windows. 

I change the station.

I breathe the air. Under a huge, shifting Iowa sky.

On my way to see good friends I haven't seen in a while.