DaCrizzow

    From the first time I picked up a guitar, paint brush or pen & paper, I've sought only to represent the ideas in my own head. Mixed in with whatever outside influences, of course. The idea and goal has also been to make at least a partial living doing this. This requires the "approval" of others. Now, decades after the first time picking up a guitar, paint brush or pen & paper, I've not only realized that the idea of "approval" has it's own influence on my "art" but I've also realized (I've always felt this, actually) that there's very few people (IF ANY) who's opinion I could even pretend to respect enough to make this "approval" make sense. Don't want to be a part of this process anymore. For the last few years I've sought the purest route to the "source" as possible. Just the idea of putting it "out there" compromises the work. Wether it be music, painting or writing, it was a

    18 years ago I walked out of jail and started this part of my journey. Since that time there's been lots of side trips, distractions and some all out stalls and breakdowns. The only thing I've managed to hang on to is my sobriety. Or I guess my journey of sobriety. It's an ongoing process and no final destination which throws off a lot of people. When newbies ask me how I "did" it, like there's some magic bullet answer, I have to explain that I didn't "do it." I'm "doing it."     A lot has happened since that morning. I've been "semi"-homeless a couple times, I've been to jail, moved across the country, changed careers/trades, married, divorced, I held my mom as she died, lost jobs, most of my friends and most of my belongings I've accumulated over the years, my kitty of almost 14 years died and the last three years i've rarely had enough cash to make it to my next paycheck. My philosophies on life and