Addiction Is Art.

A wandering "Thought Maker" bumped into my habits of writing and wondered, "Where's the man that once spent every second of each seven days to replenish the waves of modern radio? He seems to have sold out...to a writer." Art is a medium of choice. Bright red paint with touches of blue inviting a light purplish approach can be a paragraph describing the hills south of Billings, Montana covered in blossoming Alfalfa . Bragging about how many songs you can stuff into a Radio hour is no different than digitally snapping every bird perched on the edge of the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco. Boeing building planes in Charleston is Art in motion. The classics. The Art of Charleston. That's been tested time and time. Nestles next to Meeting Street with streaks of big city fashion on Kings. Camping next to a rock in Mississippi. The single limb of wind torn tree hanging around like a bored teen searching for more summer to waste. A used car sales person magically dialing into a customer's needs is a medium that still falls under the category of Art. Two old men parked on a bench laughing at pigeons chasing seedless grapes. The taxi driver that can't keep his wax textured index finger from poking his ear. Bojangles southern sweet ice tea. "Where's the man that once spent every second of each seven days to replenish the waves of modern radio? He seems to have sold out...to a writer." Within the very steps that pointed his nose toward Radio. Some billion plus ten chapters ago. With so many shapes and sizes of communication devices. Why can't Broadcasting be? Everything Art! I'm fascinated with uptown, downtown, center city night club DJ's. Every song does sound the same. Until the DJ spins it his or her way. Lady Gaga versus Madonna while taking on Cher and Patsy Cline. What is the Comedy Zone in Charlotte but a house of Art... Picking up a writing instrument. Tapping computer keys onto a flat screen. Art? Or map making? I create so much that everything I do comes with a name. My writing instruments. Cars, RV, itty bitty hills in my backyard, every cow alongside the road. As for the people that walk into my studio. I have to make up a name! It's the first step of a brand new beginning. Eventually I collect so many different project faces. The names feel like they have to become part of my every moment. Writing blends Art into a canvas. Every name. Each personality. You don't have to be my friend to be written about. It's just gonna happen. That's what I do. I broadcast! Art! Texting. Face Booking. Tweets. You're in the right frame of mind. So how are we gonna get your words to reach beyond the super spies in the U.S. Government? A sentence. A funny moment. Misunderstood circumstances jotted down. Put it in a box. A book. On a sheet of paper. When you write. Your mind body and soul. Listen... Awareness changes everything.