Way independent, baby, so far out in left field I'm invisible sometimes, but here's a chance to see the Kitchenpoet.
My first print exhibit will open in the Palace, on December 4, during the First Friday Gallery Walk, 5-8pm. It should be a smashing affair with music and a full bar. The American Humanics Student Association will hold a raffle, and there's a rumor Mayor Engen is coming.
Here's an image I should have included in the Halloween coverage. It was taken in one of my favorite places, a vortex of zootown energy.
It's never too late to have a happy childhood.
It is never to late to be what you might have been.
The tyranny of the rat race is not yet final.
Follow your dreams and do what you have to do.
Give it your best.
etc., etc., etc.
Hey, the old kitchenpoet had another birthday. I was all right with having it the night before, but on the morning of Friday the 13th, when I faced the reality of being 62... I wasn't in my best frame of mind, when I arrived downtown, but my friends quickly turned that around. Allow me to repeat again, I love Missoula and the people who live here. The creative energy of the young people making music and pushing the arts in zootown blows me away.
All the woulda, shoulda, couldas in the world don't mean shit to a tree. I won't focus on my regret for not arriving here sooner, but I will emphasize how glad I am to finally be home.
I have many plans for the future crowding into my head. By next fall semester, I want to be a student at the U. The photojournalism program is excellent, and I want to be part of it. On the home front, I must learn post production skills with Photoshop CS3. Anybody out there already moved up to CS4 have old instruction books you could pass on? I must learn to make posters and flyers. Also, survival depends on learning to actually do business with my art and make it pay.
Plenty to do, and right now I have to clean out a closet. See ya on the flip side.