The last chapter, however long it takes.

Ever see WALK THE LINE, directed by James Mangold?

I love this line in the movie...

SAM PHILLIPS: Bring... bring it home? All right, let's bring it home. If you was hit by a truck and you was lying out there in that gutter dying, and you had time to sing *one* song. Huh? One song that people would remember before you're dirt. One song that would let God know how you felt about your time here on Earth. One song that would sum you up. You tellin' me that's the song you'd sing? That same Jimmy Davis tune we hear on the radio all day, about your peace within, and how it's real, and how you're gonna shout it? Or... would you sing somethin' different. Somethin' real. Somethin' *you* felt. Cause I'm telling you right now, that's the kind of song people want to hear. That's the kind of song that truly saves people. It ain't got nothin to do with believin' in God, Mr. Cash. It has to do with believin' in yourself.

See...

The problem I have with "women in the arts" groups, is the one-direction scope most commonly used to guide agendas not necessarily artistic. (This group) has a feminist movement attached. (That group) has an LGBT measure. (This group) has an exclusive social political benchmark. (That group) censors background checks of potential contributors...

What about the art? 

These agendas on their own are fine. But I don't want it in my art. We have a hard enough time defining art, as it is.

Is it porn or is it art?

Is it violence or is it art?

Is it a sock glued to a canvas or is it art?

But then throw in some angry vaginas with an agenda and WHO KNOWS what kind of group will unfold? 

(I'm definitely getting emails for that last sentence.) 

Are you a woman? Are you an artist or a patron of the arts? Yes? --Well there's your women of the arts, group!

But... 

Unfortunately that's not the way it is.

Women in the arts, you say? 

Hmm.

I don't believe you. 

Women in politics? 

That, I believe.

Fuck it. Who needs a group??

And like our Mr. Philips, told Johnny Cash, "One song that would let God know how you felt about your time here on Earth. One song that would sum you up...."

Most people would say they're a power tool of progression. Their part makes the future happen. And while this might be true, there's something to be said about the lost art of simplicity.

One song that would sum you up.

One song that would let God know what you thought about your time here on earth.

I'm watching the world around me die so young...

I'm an organ doner. The most valuable thing I have is probably a kidney. I'm pretty sure I've got at least one good one to give. But I can't let that be the thing that sums me up. 

I'd like to see simplicity make a comeback. I'd like to see more independent films. More story telling. More painting. More drawing. More sculpting. More musical instruments. More cooking with food from the ground. 

More thought. 

Find this one simple thing and be amazing at it. Make it amazing. 

And finally...

I just got all my artwork back that (for a long time) was piled up on Aramis's home office floor collecting dust. --Sorry about that Aramis. I was being lame. 

So now I ponder...

One song that would let God know what I thought about my time here on earth. One song that would sum life up.

For a long time I thought it was this drawing https://instagram.com/p/BFvRrVgpLHT/

Therefor when my hands became arthritic I quit drawing. But looking at this drawing again before me now....

It doesn't say enough. 

I'm not done.