
I’ve created a body of artwork that I call “The Lucid Dream Experiments.” It all began from attempting to write a song a day for a year starting on January 1, 2003 while drinking Cabernet nightly. I was writing words to improvised songs for an original rock band and it eventually became an abstract artform. The transition is notable to say the least. This series of "Lost Songs" goes from writing words to recorded jam sessions of improvised original music to an abstract artform. After practice I would take the recordings, go home, pop a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon, take a drink, listen to the improvised jam sessions while in a lucid dream like state and then start writing words that fit like pieces of puzzle to the music. These are first drafts of ideas for songs. If it did not rhyme, It did not matter. If it was spelled wrong, it did not matter. If it did not make sense, it did not matter. These are first drafts of ideas for songs. Some good, some bad, but there it is.
After the attempt to write a song a day in 2003, I would write songs for several years off the cuff yet, I didn't know at the time that 2003 was the beginning of creating my own artform. In 2010 I was in an awkward position. I had been down on my luck and was asked by a friend to help him on his farm in California, so I went out there with a backpack and childhood dream. I did what I could to help. I was living on a bus in the middle of the desert. No TV. Just a VHS player that barely worked and the radio, so I started writing again. I ended up getting some paper and some pens and continued where I had left off years ago, resuming the Cabernet ritual. 13.5% alcohol is a standard for a good wine I've found. This time things changed a bit though. I started writing and drawing to whatever it was I was listening to. It went from words to what looked like gibberish overtime. It had a defined look to it like some sort of ancient language. I must say the Cabernet did play a part in this.
After the attempt to write a song a day in 2003, I would write songs for several years off the cuff yet, I didn't know at the time that 2003 was the beginning of creating my own artform. In 2010 I was in an awkward position. I had been down on my luck and was asked by a friend to help him on his farm in California, so I went out there with a backpack and childhood dream. I did what I could to help. I was living on a bus in the middle of the desert. No TV. Just a VHS player that barely worked and the radio, so I started writing again. I ended up getting some paper and some pens and continued where I had left off years ago, resuming the Cabernet ritual. 13.5% alcohol is a standard for a good wine I've found. This time things changed a bit though. I started writing and drawing to whatever it was I was listening to. It went from words to what looked like gibberish overtime. It had a defined look to it like some sort of ancient language. I must say the Cabernet did play a part in this.