There was a time when I dreamed of traveling the world like a vagabond and seeing everything and writing spectacular stories about it all. Sounded damn romantic, but I have taken a different road, trudged luckily into a wonderful life as an emergency physician and gotten to experience a multitude of nightmares and bewitchment out there. Now, perhaps, I have something to talk about in my songs, novels, and art.
I don't see the world like most people do (bad vision and delusional maybe) - which might explain why some folks don't quite get my art. No matter, all our various opinions make this world a fascinating place. We do the best we can on the roller coaster of terrible and divine and my aim is to add a hint of something positive to this world.
This is my son some years back in The Cave of the Bear on the border of Italy and France (he is a graduate student at the London School of Economics now). Michelangelo got his marble from nearby and an hour away is the city of Cannes. My grandfather had a beach bar restaurant there and Picasso hung out there and painted my cousin. Art seems to thrive and be appreciated in this sundrenched oasis.