Carol,
My New World Explorations have taken me from the top of the states to the bottom.. I wish i could say I’m directly across from you but i fear that I am somewhere in between.. or at least according to the map open in front of me now... if my calculations hold true it would take me at least 14 days to reach you by ship...the Miami sand that surrounds my feet is fine and silky... much like the curve of your hip...life has brought me many miles since we last sat together and looked out at this ocean..only facing the opposite way...i wonder now do you sit out at this same water pondering these ideas as i do?... i have taken out my anchor and cast it .. we have found a makeshift home here.. for now and for the time being... the city surrounding us is vibrant with life.. as am i.. the amount of energy i’m channeling through my hands is explosive.. surely you will feel it if i am ever allowed to touch you again.. i still have no idea what tomorrow will bring.. or even if it will ever come...my life is on fast forward.. in an awkward slow motion.. i hope that translates well.. everyday is still a hustle.. art, life, survival, perseverance, endurance,... either i’m rounding a corner or i just boxed one out..still your the only thing i ever go back to look at.. sometimes for a few minutes.. sometimes for just a second or 2.. a beautiful symphony now plays in my ears as i write this to you.. do you hear the same music as you read? new goals have been set.. and are further off in the distance... We have placed return to Europe or go to Brazil and Argentina at the top of our list.... i guess only time will tell which one will win.. as of now both are being contemplated...I have.. We have... “Found” a good place here in Miami.. it will be hard to leave...i’m “trying”.... to be open... in a strange closed off kind of way... 3 or 4 months is a long time for us to stay in one place.. maybe a lifetime at this point... riders approach... maybe they lack your finesse... or i lack the enthusiasm... still they give way or i give way.. but thats the same story.. i don’t have to waste your time telling you in this letter...the paint is starting to get paid for.. and our work is beginning to be commissioned... whenever we need or want for something we will it into our lives... the power of thought is increasing in dollars as much as my own common sense.. still there are few cents to spare... commissioned or not... i have fallen in love with this city.. just the same as i have with many before it.. and i you.. i fear when i leave it will break a piece of my heart just the same as when i left you...still we must continue down the road.. painting and having exhibitions as we travel.. pushing ourselves harder.. as we push ourselves further down the road... everyday is different.. bringing a different cast of characters... as we cast our net farther out in to the sea.. my love.. my lady.. may you sleep well.. and stay healthy.. as my thoughts for you are still as deep as a well...jv
