When I think of the 70s, what comes to mind is President Nixon and the Watergate scandal – a nation at turmoil. Middle Eastern conflict and the Vietnam War – a world at odds. Despite negative forces at work, humanity would do her best to augment dissension with unity. All across the globe you could see protests, rallies, declarations of Peace. Darkness overcame with the light of love.
One of the things that gained traction in the late 60s and grew to a level of jubilation in the 70s was the music and arts gathering aptly named “The Woodstock Festival”. In addition to celebrating the arts on a grand scale, Woodstock became larger than its original purpose. It became a semblance of Peace & Love that brought unity across cultures, classes, and political parties. It couldn’t have come at a better time.
Woodstock’s environment served as a place where effortless fashions emerged; where we became acquainted with colorful patterns and breezy fabrics. It was acceptable to mix prints, wear flowers in your hair, bohemian equaled goddess, and the popular phrase “flower-child” was coined. These are all the styles that have made a resurgence in present day trends. That’s right; “The 70s” are back!!!
I am a man, A dreamer. A person whose ambitions exceed tangible things. I have so much inside of me, things that are painfully pretty to bring to life. It’s like like a magician performing the handkerchief trick – the magician places his hand in his breast pocket and pulls and tugs and pulls and tugs again at what seems like a never-ending, multi-colored handkerchief. Typically the response from onlookers is a gaze of wonder or whimsy, for me its look of mystery because no one really knows what colors next.
The best part of the trick is watching each color leaping vibrantly out of his pocket. More notably, each section of that handkerchief is tied together by small knots and with each knot brings a different but uniquely pure color to life.
Well, that’s me! I’ve gone through several transformations in life, each one tied together by small knots – sometimes the knots are painful but sometimes the knot is pretty – Strong but graceful periods tied to one another. Color filled with creativity which enables me to discover something new, and those moments are connected with a DREAM.
Who am I? Well, I am dreamer, who dreams in multi-colors.