PEACED OUT.

I dunno.

Sometimes you just have to wait for the wheel to turn. Even if you don't really want to.

So, I waited.

And sure as the seasons, the call came and here I am, working again. I wish I could tell you what I'm doing, but I'm really not doing anything. Just making images. No subtext, no symbolism, no other excuse except that they are beautiful. It's been three years or more that I've done anything that qualifies as meaningless. But, now and then, a thing needs no other reason than it's intrinsic loveliness. I find that after all the blood and thunder of the recent past that simply making things as a kind of mind perfume is exactly what I needed. It's not deep, it's not even fun, it's just well, relaxing. I'm as broke as they get, and by all accounts I should be hustling up big fat juicy commissions, but I'm not.

I'm just playing with my colors.

Jeeze, I need this. What a relief.

I'm saying , relax to all my friends and even perfect strangers. Simply talk to somebody and spend some time listening. Take a long walk somewhere. putter around a little book shop somewhere. Take your time with that cup of coffee.

It will all be here tomorrow.

M.Z.

AND THE CHOIR SANG, AVE MARIA.

A friend of mine died August sixth, and I've only just found

out.

I never meet him. I have never spoken to him.

But, without a doubt, if we passed in the street, we would have known each other.

Deep down, under the skin we were brothers.

Willy knew.

Goodbye Willy........."every night, I have the same reoccurring dream."

Love,

brother michael.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Willy_DeVille

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=diUdTWZvjtc&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fsvnsljDJpU

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4NlMhB2xzYM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R7s_7EEYJNU

location, location, location.

I'm looking for someone who it so happens has read my blog from time to time.

This someone wrote to me in the late winter/early spring. The letter was very deeply appreciated and came at a time of great turmoil for me. I still have it among the few odds and ends I've kept over the years, gifts and tokens from people that have touched me personally in one way or another.

This person wrote to me from Israel. It was signed "shade". I think it was shade, but it was difficult to make out, but I'm reasonably sure that was it. To make a long story somewhat shorter, I sent this person a small drawing I had in a portfolio as a thank you. At least there was a return address on the letter, and I felt the urge to send a small token in return.

A week or so ago I received the package back marked as "unknown person". After three or more months.

This disturbed and saddened me.

I would like that person to know how grateful I was, and that I'm sorry the package went awry somehow.

Shade, who ever you are, and where ever you might be, if you read this, thank you.

M.Z.

ps: still looking for a really good Gauloises connection......come on folks, gimme a shout.

z.