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The Journal of Dreams 01/18/2010

Six more days (actually nights) until this job ends.  Last night I took care of a lady who brought an ambulance in to the hospital EMERGENCY ROOM because her “butt bone” was sore from dancing the night before.  No wonder our country is in such debt and trouble.  The ambulance drivers say they cannot turn anyone away if they want to come to the hospital.  Another guy used the ambulance to get a ride to the other side of town by saying his big toe hurt.  He came in and left.  So what happens here?  The people are on “public assistance”, that means your money and my money pays for their lives-EVERY ASPECT of their lives.  That means, their food, their water, their alcohol, their shampoo, their dancing, their ambulance cab rides, their disability trips to London, France, roundtrip, their passports, their apartments and houses, their cars, their gas, their methamphetamines, their jail time and hospital bills, their 3 hots and a cot when they get arrested for selling vicoden, morphine, Oxycontin gathered from 2 days of hospital hopping receiving legal prescriptions over and over making more money than I do!  We pay for their degrees while in jail, their rehab when they run out of heroin money so they can receive methadone to stay buzzed until their first of the month check rolls in again, their free food, free utilities, vouchers, free disability equipment they sell on Ebay, and so on and so on and so on.  And all the while other people work 13-14 hour shifts, break their backs and pay for it.  Whatever…Land of the FREE (for real), home of the brave…America.  I’d better go to bed.

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The Journal of Dreams-The Finale’

Today marks the twelfth year of the making of The Revelation Painting.  The official website goes up today and there have been countless hours spent looking forward and preparing for today.  I cannot believe today is here!  Although it is exciting, it is scary as well.  Today the realization hit me that it is serious now, more serious than it had been for these twelve years.  My mission is now etched in concrete and I alone am the master of its destiny.  What will it be like to awaken to the painting away from me a year from now, for the first time as it travels the world?  Like a child leaving home for the first time, I know it will sicken me.  What will it be like to go to sleep and not see the visions of what to paint tomorrow?

Time and creation is an odd thing for the human psyche.  This painting has become a part of me, my companion that I have toted with me for a lifetime.  Panic has not set in yet as I continue to enjoy the time I have to make this painting come alive.  I wonder if Michelangelo felt this way when he had to let go of his most magnificent works…forever?  Although I planned for the painting to travel to world with its messages, the world seems like a very huge place now and in the light of recent events globally, what if the turmoil of a country had a direct impact on the survival of the painting?  I just keep imagining pieces of the painting scattered among the ruins of a once vibrant city…an artist’ imagination.

Let me live for today and not let my imagination spoil my dreams.  Today will be spent with constant updating of social pages to increase the flow of people, awareness of the painting and to create a following.  I had run ads for a marketer who would work in their spare time (currently without pay), to promote the painting but received no response.  I can understand that simply because it is not their dream.  I imagine the value of the painting will soar and we could have made an arrangement.  Nevertheless, I will market it as best I can and try to build a network, offer incentives and maybe even ownership of pieces of the painting for a limited time.  That way people who are in need, will receive but not as charity.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life and yesterday is gone forever.  There are many things to do, many plans to make, secrets and mysteries to blend into the painting and time continues to tick forward.  Life truly passes in the blink of an eye, and before I know it, this year will end and it would seem as though a dream.  I am up for the challenge and will consciously acknowledge everyday, several times a day so that it does not pass in the blink of an eye for me.  It is important to become organized and follow a strategic plan, to have goals and meet them, evaluate and reevaluate.  Today I will create a mission statement and follow it, I will look at the painting as not just art but as a business.