Day Thirty Six

I was thinking about presentation:

my presentation here,

my presentation out there.

When I think about here,

this project,

my website;

I think about my decades-long history of mailing out all of my projects postal.

It is truly the best of times

to be an artist with something to say:

the ease of expression right through to publication in one fluid motion to a potential world-wide audience.

It’s like it was only yesterday that I was stuffing envelopes, or paying someone else to do anything or everything.

When I think of my presentation out there on the street…

I’ve never been one to dance in public. I just can’t do it.

Then I started working at the Wae Center with developmentally disabled people,

and it was like dancing with them,

came as naturally as walking.

I was truly amazed.

It was like I became a different person.

I’m having the same experience doing what I do now,

out there on the sidewalk.

I mean,

I’m normally a very private kind of person.

I live the life of a monk, hardly ever leaving my yard.

Then suddenly I find myself sashaying my ass up and down Bloomfield Ave holding a sign over my head like one of the women in-between rounds at a boxing match - and it feels as comfortable as can be.

What’s that about?

Ok.

All artists are exhibitionists to one degree or another.

Sharing our private stuff is what we do.

Read my this just in project (above),

or my conversation (also above).

I don’t hold a lot back in anything that I do,

and I guess I happen to be a very sensual kind of person.

I think that,

in this case,

(this being art)

it’s something like an expressed desire for intimacy,

with the public at large.

We have to start caring about each other out there.

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