Roots Design: Art and Architecture for the People

So I've been going through a lot, the last 43 years or so, since my incarnation.  I move around a lot.  I feel many things.  I talk to the spirits and hear the songs of the world in the wind and water and human hum of freeway and grocery store & internet buzz. I was a poet when I was young, and when I was nineteen and a baby left my lifeline, words stopped doing justice to the heartbreak, and reaching forward into the dark bright infinity of the future with hands and crayons became the thing that made the most sense. I went and found my mom dead in her bed a fews years ago, and carried her spirit outside and released it to the sky.  She had told me that "we are forest Indians.  Before the Trail of Tears, we hunted game and sang songs to Creator in the forests of the Southern Mountains" of Turtle Island. I look white, blues eyes, blond hair, vaguely ethnic features, but, my mom?  You could see she was Indian- off-the-bat. White people in this country, we...

The Mediterranean latitudes around the globe have a specificity to them that creates a large part of my consciousness, and one of the dominant meta-view of the world.  From what I have experienced, Tropic and Nordic matrices are partaken-in by the Med, but are alien in the urbanity that distinguishes Madrid, LA, perhaps Tehran, ancient Tyre, Carthage, Rome... I think of the Chaldeans, the ancient of ancients...and Ashely's astrology YouTube wind-down videos...these gossomer bonds through time and space seem to grow strongest and more clear in a certain rhtyhm of solar exposure....the temperate climates of the northern hemisphere Brown, gold, ochre, olive, ultramarine... the colors shade to the desert, they do...as well as the blue mountains... The transition from the coast ranges to the dense forest of the Sierra Nevada foothills is a major shift in consciousness, but there is a continuity, a connection that I feel when I stand on the vista point and look West and can see the marin...

 I thrive on routine.  Well, rhythm, really (language matters).  I remember learning about psychedelics from Jay Stevens  Storming Heaven, learning about the principles of 'set & setting', and since then I've been building, over and over again, cocoons of creativity to trip out in.  I called them visions. Deja Vu. Now I call them seizures Language matters. Open tabs in my browser: Wikipedia pages on 'Ur' & 'US Rail Transportation', the 'San Francisco Chronicle' homepage, Yahoo search results page for 'seamstress near me', this post-edit tab....I cannot find my sketchbook/journal and it is the first day of daylight savings, and I have to finish the accounting for last year, and I want to paint after, and so instead of looking through two vehicles and an apartment and this big haunted old classroom, I decided to journal in front of the internet, because I don't want to be trapped by my temporal lobe epilepsy diagnosis, and I can...