well la cubana is back in town
to help make my last weekend in provincetown
romantic,
fun
amazing
scintillating
and a few other words
that i wont say in mixed company
but would surely make you need a cold shower
anyway
itll be a whole month
that i wound up being out of NYC
during which time
i have written
painted
landed myself in an art show
the opening last night was Fabuuu darlings
and even have a piece in an art auction
which will be on the web oct 1st and ill show yaall the link as soon as i have it

its been an amazing month
for so many reasons

you see 12 years i walked away from my life as a super stressed out
supper club chef
sublet my chelsea apartment
and went to live in provincetown
for 6 months

it was there and then
that i started to write for the first time professionally
i rented a one room piece of shit bungalow
hidden behind a high wooden fence
hidden behind a dumpster
but i had grassy front yard
that i shared with three other piece of shit bungalows
i had a bed
a bathroom
and a small kitchen
it was really all i needed
i ran a chord
to the front yard
and typed away on my little electric typewriter
honey this was years before laptops
and the only computers i knew about
where in NASA
(yes I know some savy folks had them even then but did anyone you knew?)
anyway
for 6 months i lived a writer's life
fell into infactuation
wrote for the local magazine
danced in the streets
it was a merry time
then i came back to NYC to the worst hell imaginable
i was ripped off
nearly evicted
lost the person whod loved me the most
to heart failure
oh you name it
and was immediately submerged
in survival of the bitchiest
and didn't look back
i didnt paint for 8 years either
then slowly i built a new life
with higher walls but walls with more entrances
and a few years ago started to paint again
and write in a deeper way then ever before

and here i am 12 years later
living the artist/writers life for a month
seeing my work hung somewhere
sipping lousy white wine at galleries
eating too much cheese
walking the beach in hazy drizzly weather
pounding away at my
now electric laptop into the wee hours

its been transformative dears
and i hope
that when i return to NYC this sunday
i find a way to keep this side of my soul alive and kicking
and dont bury it
in business
and busy-ness

but for now
for this day
this yet again
rainy grey day

my love is sleeping near by
the cats are fed and happy
my artists soul is satiated
and im feeling just fine

ill keep you posted

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