How I got here 1
I figured I better start writing in my blog.
Tonight I started to think of something in the past - there was a time when I couldn't be creative. Oh, I had skills, but to make something that is unique, connected to my emotions, experience, thought, soul. I had a phone call from a good friend living in Toronto. I was a long conversation. he had aids so he had occassion to talk about similar things with therapists. He was a writer of books, journalism.
We decided then that art is not something you do - it is what you are.
He died shorly there after. He went into hospital for tests and died then. I think the call, I got him, was a good bye call.