The Real Aftershock Gallery

Right now, the real Aftershock Gallery has no set anything.  People come and do what they need to in order to regain their ground of being...one person paints, another turns the sprinkler on and runs half naked through it...we don't care here what you do to bring the art of life back, just do it. 

Some drink endless cups of coffee, some smoke like chimneys while others up and quit.  There is no set anything, nor should there be...we all have to find our level (Brother John is bringing his) and the only thing I do to help is to make sure there are no useless rules, and no one here to tell anyone the one word that shuts us all back down....NO.

YES, I say to the person who wants to rearrange my cupboards, just because it makes them feel better, it doesn't matter to me anymore where any THING is, just as long as all that lives is allowed to express that through artistic endeavours that is the impetus to go on in the face of so much tragedy, so much crisis and the endless aftershocks that will certainly continue to plague many human animals alive at this point in time and hereafter, because let us face it, there always has been a part of the world no man can control.

In so many ways, change has to be embraced and not resisted, it is this resistance to the changes we all need to intuitively over-ride and make a space in some way that provides the ground of being for artistic expression, which heals the savaged soul that has been for so long told NO, you can't do that, NO, it must be this way, NO, this and that are the only ways... 

There are no room for "experts" in the aftershock gallery, we have become "friends of chaos" here, realizing that there are things in this world no "expert" can predict, control or alleviate...

but, "friends of chaos", can generate new and interesting ways to live in the midst of all that is...anyway that makes them feel better with only one rule in place...

do and say nothing that stops another person from giving a go at generating an expression that might make sense only to them, one is enough, one is...what we all are anyway, coming in and going out, it looks different, but is always, and always has been....this same way, individually, even when collectively extinguished in earthquakes and tsunamis.