True Testament!

I just had to open this entry with this photo. There isn't anything more complimentary than to embellish one's beautiful body with someone's art.  

Words ain't nuthin' compared to this!

 Linda's News:

 New Studio!

Ahhh.. yes... there will be a burst of creativity coming forth this fall. Linda just finished a total remake of her studio and now she can truly EXPLORE her rainbow world.

Our goal at Zouck will be to film some of that action at Linda's new digs. We want to see the real essence of the quote from her book that, if I remember correctly, went something like this.... "...she'd get lost lost for hours in the total indulgence of her deepest thoughts; her body reacting with her fantasy as she painted."

Shooo weee, that studio better have a big, thick lock on the door!

 Sense the sultry fairie spirit dancing all alone...

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      Also in the news...

Linda will be giving away a free print of "Organic Panic" with every purchase this September. A cupcake fairy can't do nothing but make you feel better. And we could all use a little caressing. Linda always says that art has a great way of lifting us through this occasional mess called life. Or as my man Dylan once sang... "the sky too is folding under you, cause it's all over now..baby blue."

On that note --> For Zouck's other book "Clarrie Hancock" -- stills from the filming of a book promo...

AND - The Zouck cronies are heading down to Raleigh, North Carolina this weekend to film the author speaking at the prestigous Quail Bookstore. Lot's of writer-types to attend... be watching for the YouTube link of her reading on my next entry.

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Emerson's Commentary

Stand in the Place that You Are (stolen from REM)

Today I sat in a park and watched the world with my subtle Zen eye. There were the middle-aged men with button-down shirts, enunciating loudly their tales of spurned woman and roads not taken. There was the office worker, hunched alone on her lunch break, pouring over a novel; probably a novel about a place a zillion miles from Baltimore, a place where all men are bare breasted and woman tiptoe in dark castle hallways.

Then meandering up from the garden, comes the expensively suited gentlemen topped with a nifty straw hat, like a southern lawyer, only this one holding up the tanned back of a trophy blonde and not a case of wrinkly papers, meant to set ol’ Boo Radley free. And over to the courthouse steps, like a vision moving in perfect—joyously jiggling rhythm, comes a dark-haired woman in tight pinstriped slacks and two-inch heels. Ten thousand slaves built the mighty pyramids, all for the hope of one glance of Cleopatra’s backside. Some things are eternal truth. Some things never change….

Suddenly I was overcome with the image that we are all one tribe, complete with our collective insecurities; our pride, our sex, our want of sex, our dreams, our joy—especially our joy. And looking out over that park was like looking at a mirror of all that is this human drama, our one-time shot at it all. And I went on to think that maybe God, or the magical souls of nature spirits, are just mirrors unconditionally reflecting everything, but taking in the emotional stuff—like sadness, anger, happiness, lust, and churning it all around, not making any judgment, just shooting it right back at us. The more love we send out, the more love we get. The more pain we send out…well, you get the gist.

When I finally got up and started walking back to the office, still feeling the warm sun on my skin, I couldn’t stop thinking that seeing and wanting to be seen are really good things. I know it’s corny, and it’s said a million times a day…but smile at the world and the world smiles back. So make yourself seen… no matter what you’re about. Bless that girl in the pin-stripped slacks, and all those boasting middle-aged men, and the hunched over reclusive reader-dreamer girl. Like Linda’s art… wear it on your sleeve, for each unique expression we make, feeds the spirits who feed the world.

See you next time... peace - em