I love the idea of a king. i thought i was a king for many years before i slowed down and asked myself, "what is a king"? I knew that it is one who is socially revered or owns property but i had to think what was my idea of a king...what did it mean to me? a king to me is one who is supremely patient, kind, generous, strong, visionary, dispenses reality that is fun and friendly and workable. Someone who is an effective and good person through on and out. am i a king? that should be for others to decide. a good answer is "my family makes me feel like one". How blessed am I?
this painting reminds me of my good friend that we spent a lot of our teens and twenties having fun. he lives in southern california now with his cuban wife. his mom says he has champagne taste with a budwieser budget. we'd party all night and the next morning he'd wake up early and go to the gym with some cool person he met the night before. I'd be hung over and taking it real slow. he is a real brother. someone who is funny and fun at the same time. we got stories for days. i've been blessed to have people in my life that up the quality OF MY LIFE. my dad is one. he has saved my ass more times than i can count. one time when i was traveling the country in a bronco my car broke down in a rural part of north carolina and he had it towed to his house and got it worked on. i am truly the prodigal son. limping back to one of my homes for a good 20 year recovery. this life is tragic and great at the same time. bought that bronco from the son of an nba coach. i would sleep in the back of it with a knife in case someone got an idea. blasting willie nelson and hootie and the blowfish.
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