death and art
found out mark lanegan died. always loved his deep, velvety gravel voice. can pick it out anywhere. in case you don’t know of him, here’s one of the best-known screaming trees songs. he had a great psychedelic voice. and, yeah, that hair.
at that point in life when lots of people i follow and remember with affection are dying off. randall from Scruffy the Cat died a couple weeks ago. i mean, yeah, there’s death all the time, everywhere. and i’m ok with the concept and have accepted coexisting with it in reality. (ukraine? bad. real bad. but so has been the civil war in somalia, thousands of disappeared from mexico, and blah blah blah. not to minimize the danger here, cause i don’t. not at all. but it is SO far out of my control, that i just try to keep it to the background while i focus on my own here/now.) but yeah, death. will miss the thrill of hearing a new mark lanegan song somewhere. you know how it is.
couldn’t figure out why i’ve been so tired the past couple days and then i realized i’ve been hyper-focused on art yesterday and today, standing most of the time, in a small (three person) two-day gel plate monoprint workshop. tons of creative energy pouring into making things. tired me out. plus the hockey practice last night, maybe too. here’s my haul.
one last thing. got temp jerseys from my new travel hockey team. kept my same number. really grateful that the Chesapeake Bay Lightning picked me up and that i can continue playing hockey on a rec D level.