Joey Cocciardi: It's Getting Dark

I like it. It is generous and hopeful and lets me be sad or whatever too. 

I like to believe that our intent/results can extend to those who are most a part of us.

I would share this with my dog. And to be absurdly optimistic, this may allow the work to resonate larger, longer, and wider than Fran, my dog. 

Realistically, I am just doing my best to deal with these damn fireworks. 

Maybe it helps. And then maybe process, work, intensions and results can all be out on the table and not in a box.

Not painting or fibers, beautiful or sinister. And in this mess, when something tries to be louder than the rest, you isolate that something and you work on it. 

If successful, like a dog conquering it’s fear of water, this thing becomes bigger than celebratory and greater than scary.

Without the hierarchy it has no greater or less power than moving water. 

The stream in the forest is loud and in LA it is another beautiful sunset. At least, for now, this hound is out of the city. 

It’s Getting Dark.