Life is a shitstorm, in which art is our only umbrella. ~Mario Vargas Llosa
Life is a series of shitstorms punctuated by short seasons of calm, the ebbs between the onrush of shit flushed into serenity and smelly chaos. Most of my shitstorms have been self-induced, the result of poor choices, boorish behaviors, impulsive actions until the bowl filled to overflowing and the handle was pulled unleashing a torrent of fecal matter on my head.
It is my personal art that helps me navigate the storm, deal with the swelling swill until my nose is flushed and I am able to again smell the roses, see the sun smile. The more I create, the longer the storms stay at bay…well…the self-induced storms. Since most of my pain is self-inflicted, I need to create like a mad man to maintain a smidge of sanity.