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I am honored to be featured in Art Chowder, the magazine focusing on art and artists of the Pacific Northwest, USA.

A post by Carolyn Henderson, my wife and manager:

Too often, when we catch sight of ourselves in the mirror we don't like what we see.

"I look old. Crow feet around my eyes; wrinkles on my forehead.."

"God, I'm fat."

"What a big nose I have."

What we mean, really, is, "I don't look like the Botoxed, air-brushed, Photo-shopped, digitally filtered, half-starved celebrities that are pushed in front of my face everywhere I go."

With every fiber of your being, resist the chains that the media, politicians, technocrats, and billionaires want to bind you with. You were born to be free, not a slave of those who think they are elite. Be who you are, not who they say you should be.

Freedom is not a left/right, blue/red, a/b type of thing, but politics is. And politics has little concern for freedom. Do not let the carefully constructed contention of politics destroy your relationship with others. Politics is a game, but relationships are real.

In a totalitarian system, examples of hate speech, misinformation, and disinformation are sentences like “I don’t believe you,” and, “I think you’re lying,” addressed to ruling authorities.

Beauty inspires us to look deeper than at our phone screen, to listen for wisdom that is non-existent on "news" programs, to reach out for something that we can't physically touch, but very much know is there.

No news station or outlet is neutral if it has sponsors because it is obligated to keep the advertisers happy. How likely is it that they will report anything negative about their advertisers or sponsors?

Fences aren’t furniture, so they’re not made to be sat upon. If you’re on the fence about what’s going on today, think, question, research, and make some decisions.

You've got an adventure ahead of you -- and it's your life. You can spend it in fear, like a ship permanently in harbor (or a human in front of the TV), or you can go out and meet that adventure head on.

She. Was. Done. Done with being jerked around by fatuous promises, done with putting her life on hold until she was given "permission" to move forward. It was time to stop living in fear (which she should never have accepted in the first place) and start, well, living. A relaxing bath was a fine beginning.