In the state of wild abandon, I realize all those rejected aspects of myself do not go away but roam the ether, untamed & unaccounted for.
Taking no responsibility for these unwanted parts just means they appear as projections reflected onto other people.
A great way to own them is to look at something that REALLY bugs you about someone and then look deep inside to see if it's something about yourself you are not owning.
Like when you see colors - the color you see is in fact the one not absorbed  but reflected back at you.

Due to my friend Megan Mc Feely writing the press release for my art show in Mill Valley I have been able to see my art exploration reflected back to me. How I have always been fascinated by what society chooses to reject & leave behind.

I'm looking at what the process of abandonment means to me.
How in one moment an item I once coveted and cherished can become repellent. once it's damaged or broken.

All that love turns to hatred - it no longer is of use to me and I want it as far away from me as possible to avoid any further reminder of the perfection that is now lost.

It feels like an analogy to my human condition - to reject those parts of myself that are damaged or broken. Allowing them to pile up unaccounted for as junk in my soul.

Perhaps if I could love them just the way they are - with no judgement of being perfect or not - they could heal and mend over time becoming whole once more.