It has been quite a long minute since my name has shown on any of your pages/sites/what have you. I've been busy.
Aside from now running an established sugar glider colony, I have at last taken upon me the job of keeper at a wolf sanctuary– only pure wolves, and if I may add, they are stunning creatures to be in close proximity with.
My photography has ended ever since April of '16, when my camera battery charger mysteriously vanished when some friends passed through. Needless to say, I have now acquired an ideal replacement, but I missed all of Spring, Summer, and now most of Autumn when it comes to the photography season. For their own comfort, the wolves are not exposed to clicking and flashing cameras. Most of where I truly want to capture is that where I call home. I live in a beautiful cottage on top of a cliff overlooking "God's thumb" which is a cove wrapping out into the Pacific. I live in the woods here, far away from neighbors, and every morning I watch as the clouds roll in off the sea, roll up to my window, and slowly envelop my entire home in a soft fog of light. When the breeze picks up, one can even see the clouds moving by the windows. It is a long commute to where I work with the wolves. They are in a very safe and secluded area, very far from the noise of large towns (even small ones) and neighboring properties with potentially dangerous, dogs, cows, animals on-site.
During my many long drives up and down the beautiful Oregon coast, I cannot help but headbang to bass whenever the moment strikes me, usually in a way that coincides with my caffeine/food intake... REZZ is becoming my alter ego. I am becoming a producer of threatening beats. I cannot wait to unveil the sounds that lurk in my head.
I've spent more time recently absorbed in musical culture than I have hard media culture, like manipulations, photo stock and web design to name a few. In moving so many times (5 times in 4 months) my tablet pen undoubtedly became misplaced, so I've been without tablet use since April as well. I am choosing now to focus more on audible artwork than any masterpiece I can create after hours behind the digital paintbrush.
All of this excitement is hard to bear when one is living so poorly as I. Clearly my DeviantArt membership is expired, minimal are the points which I requested be donated for membership, my non-profit profits can only be used for non-profit reasons, which does not include much personal spending. I am just now reviving after a very deep depression, spurred by the loss of several beloved jobs due to my anxiety, homes due to circumstance, and the only people I hold dear have fallen between my fingers into nothing but pools of jealousy and arrogance. I literally cannot fathom how some genuine-seeming spirits can completely turn around in life and become someone totally unrecognizable.
So I left the familiar, where there is comfort and no change, for change and lack of comfort. This has been the hardest year of my life, and I only imagine the level of difficulty is not likely to decrease anytime soon. But who knows, I may be playing at Shambhala in two years.
Rimåe is doing well, gradually becoming known through my peers here near the Pacific and in the Rockies, however staffing is an issue. Like most non-profits, our web design is lacking, and it deserves a good week of work to polish the edges and create a truly stunning site to see. Wait, we did that...
What a beautiful world to be anything but alone. Support Rimåe.
I would be much more chipper and rosy-peachy if things were to my liking, especially for this birthday. Halloween is my favorite holiday, for good reason. It sucks it is near election day, which is an idea that boggles me with hatred and sickness for the people running this country. It is impossible to be heard. Shout smarter, not louder. I am considering attending Freaknight in Seattle, WA for both evenings, and of course party my ass off for my special night. I am a hardcore basshead, there is no question. So if you are, too, keep in touch. Freaknight is merely one option... A month later... REZZ!
For my birthday more likely, I'll be sipping champagne with a happy joint on my deck, overlooking the sea and tasting the salt through my skin. This Halloween will be a beautiful one, regardless of where I will be or the situation therein. Any artists along the Oregon Coast, find me! We shall commission
Can't wait for the sunrise. Couldn't believe the sunset. Can't sleep, so I'll wait here.