There's No Such Thing As A Coincidence.

February 1988 October 1988

"for the struggle, a perfect line, perfect color and perfect words -

knowing impossibility, but trying."

Part One: Heart Attack

Some notes about acting positions

Florida, May of 1988

Have to be me

This book started a year ago, before I could find the time to write it, because I had to start, and finish Balance. There's no such thing as a Coincidence had to do with the idea that signals, messages, come

to each of us on a pure, and almost constant basis, and, that if a person is aware, it's possible to

recognize these signals.

I've tried to explain this, often, to friends and have, sad to say, arrived at dead ends. It seems the idea of coincidences just happening is much more comforting than the idea that there is some meaning to

everything that happens. This book is about life and changes. The section having to do with heart attacks is as a result of someone having a heart attack in front of me, attempting to die.

The paintings are in three groupings: 1). Away from VanGogh towards Matisse, 2). My own beginning

stuff and 3). A portrait section covering late 1987 through 1988. The purpose of the work is to illustrate

the concept by showing in words and paint how everything in a persons life has meaning.

This is my new path, my journey.

The following poem began the book in June of 1987.

There have been times

in a warm summer breeze

when I’d sit awash, in the tone of it all,

wondering does my life as an artist require a constant search for material?

Knowing impacts on vessels, drained,

realizing the conflicts of our styles,

while my style touches my shoulders.

It’s not a battle, not a war, rather a struggle

a search for life’s full moments

carries me to the brink,

armed with words and paint.

These ways are me, they hold me true over all time,

touched into being

and warm winds move upon my back.

June 1987