Did you know I'm an artist?
I drew before I could write and I still draw down onto paper my observations, visions…
I draw upon my life and experience.
Being an asthmatic child and adult.
Of dying when I was seventeen.
I forgot my family and had to be reintroduced to them and the world.
Of being an orderly tending the sick, applying CPR on over 114 people, of caring for the dead.
Finding love, of losing it and finding it again, of the gift of a beautiful son and daughter…
To that end and a new beginning, I have begun a monthly extended graphic novel around the central drive of my life to help make the world better.
To point to an open door where our better angels wait for us all.
Again Begin is a journey to the central problem in the world the human race.
It has been a story I've worked on for the past 40 years.
Personal disasters, failures aside, I have turned over this story many times as I lay myself to sleep each night.
In light of the times, in the light of dim direction, plainly no light at all going on in some heads we give the title leader, I will bring to revelation this tale of science fiction wrapped around an ancient parable to stir our genetic memory.
A new myth…
Thank you, Joseph Campbell.
Below is a page exclusive to this website from issue number one of Again Begin available through all the outlets of ebooks as well as a printed version at Amazon.com
I’ve been asked why I always wear black. Here’s the answer…
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black,
Why you never see bright colors on my back,
And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone.
Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down,
Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town,
I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime,
But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who never read,
Or listened to the words that Jesus said,
About the road to happiness through love and charity,
Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose,
In our streak of lightnin' cars and fancy clothes,
But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back,
Up front there ought 'a be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old,
For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold,
I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been,
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died,
Believen' that the Lord was on their side,
I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died,
Believen' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know,
And things need changin' everywhere you go,
But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right,
You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day,
And tell the world that everything's OK,
But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back,
'Till things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
– Johnny Cash
Can’t say it any better.