Barry, Chapter one, Part IV

Thoughts, a mile-a-minute came into my head, as I had been given official license to do whatever I wanted.  I didn’t notice the walk home, past “Catholic row” where children outnumbered parents by an average of five to one.  I didn’t stop by to see Derek, Jim, John or David as I swung down Georgian Court, a road Mom called “The Gaza Strip.” She being resolutely ethnocentric and “World War II conservative.”

I hung a walking left onto Trevor Court, in a neighborhood (The Barnard Tract)n recently made famous in a book showing just how closed off one rich family was from the others, but this was never true for the kids, back in the 70s.  No. There were pick-up sports games in all three academic seasons.  Summer found us at Canandaigua Lake, visited by cousins, and many others.  The Martins next door got a summer spot near us at the lake also, but were not always at my parents big blow-out parties.  Then, in an act of coincidental synchronicity, the McQuaids bought the ranch house my dad had built by himself (minus plumbing and electricity) 25 years earlier.  It was south of us and on the east die of the lake, near Bare Hill, the Iroquois meeting place.

Barry Chapter One Part III

“If you’re going all the way to Clover Street, that would be super.  I live near the corner of Clover and East Avenue,” I boldly announced at circus barker volume.

“Oh we can swing that way right honey?” she said, with a look that acted like a nudge. Leaned back and imagined I looked relaxed, even if running on 14-year-old testosterone.  Ten minutes later, maybe less, there we were, in the very green and well manicured neighborhood.

“Thanks,” I said, closing the door of their white 1970 AMC Ambassador. Funny door handles, kind of square, that pulled open like the latch to an old freezer, only sideways.


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Creative Action Network Presents


Tonight from 6:30 to 8:30pm at the Folwer Building,

410 Blackewell Street, across from the DUrham Bulls Ballpark


Durham NC.

A Semi-Formal Event with costumes in the Alice-in-Wonderland theme.

Opus 2014  3/2015     36 x 36    Primordial Reach"

Opus 2014 3/2015 36 x 36 Primordial Reach”

Swiss Family Robinson_Doug Stuber The Secret Garden_Doug Stuber

Opus 2091 Primordial frog

Opus 2091 Primordial frog

Opus 2090 Taoist Monk in Prayer

Opus 2090 Taoist Monk in Prayer

These newly minted book covers will be on display, and available in poster form.

OH it’s gonna be rainy here, but who cares?  You can buy the poster version of these covers at

Don’t forget the , between action and network.


Yours in happyville,


Artists I know.


Next let me plug an opening I have on Wednesday in Durham.  Go to:

Susan and Ben pown this one too. Hello in beantown

Susan and Ben own this one. Hello in beantown

This one was done about 1995.  It has been with them since they moved from Brooklyn to Boston about 8 years ago.

And here’s some art by other artists I’ve come to love.

The ducks fighting

Three ducks fighting

This piece is by Sergei Andreevski.  He’s one of the living masters, and hails from Macedonia.  I got it by sponsoring the No Boundaries Artist Colony back in 1998.

Lucky lucky lucky, as Andreevski put it on the cover of a number of catalogues since then.

Joey Howard, rose window

Joey Howard, rose window

Joey was the proprietor of Trace Gallery in Raleigh, back when freewheeling outrageous art was still seen in public in Raleigh.  His own incorporated found marterial, interesting concepts, and a lot of silicone to bring it all together.  Everyone I know misses Trace Gallery now, as that type of bohemian art scene has dried up around here.  Holy conformity batman.

Anna Podris

Anna Podris

Anna stil has a studio with her husband Keith Norval at Artspace in Raleigh.  Wow her stuff continues to soar from this point, which was over a decade ago.  She araely does watercolors anymore.  Shame that.

OK that’s enough for today.



Art Plug and hello again

Hello to the dozens or so who may have missed adding my blog to their regular reading role the last few days.

For one, I was busy making book covers.  here they are!

Woman catches 300 pound jumping tuna

Woman catches 300 pound jumping tuna

The reason this one got named is that a very attractive woman from Savannah GA, or close to it, had just caught a 300 pound tuna when she wandered into a salad shop (SALADELIA, Durham, NC) and simply “had” to buy this painting.  That was about a decade ago.

It originally hung with the left side as the top, but a keep eye spotted more narrative in this format, and so a painting was born, via re-hanging in another direction.

Isn’t that a great story?  it’s another example of how extreme synchronicity works its magic in our lives.  but it only works to your advantage if you are open to change, and spontaneous.

Now, how’s that for a story?

Note the chops on Stewart Copeland’s drumming.  Short blasts of fills that amaze and dazzle.

St. Andrews, Scotland: Small Town, Huge Presence


It’s always awesome to walk in ancient places, where people, way back when life was more natural, picked as their nesting grounds.  I mean, St. Andrews is mostly cold, often windy, rainy, full of hale and rain…brisk even on a sunny day in August.  So what was it about this place that made people huddle together, albeit in small numbers?

I mean before the golf course.


Way before.


Was it the fair maidens?


The great jokes?


Stone and or Freemasons?

Scotch Whisky?

But, at least for us moderns, the site of sports cars:


meant little compared to the winding berns


and future tales to tell to inspire our children to make the trek, golf or no golf.

Some shephard somewhere, with spare time, due probably to great dogs, thought up golf.  I mean this was a man with spare time and land to boot.  18 holes?  go figure.

No other sport offers a completely different day each and every time you play.  Even if you play the same course, golf is a new experience, usually frustrating, sometimes amazing, and surely never ending in that you can always do better than you did.  The satisfaction comes from a spiritual level of connection: to the land, to your friends, to the zen it takes to play well, to the luck of being outdoors in the electronic age.

Its not fair that everyone doesn’t get a chance to blow 4-8 hours a week outdoors doing what they want.  Such a great deal of luck to be able to get away once in a while.

Some recently arrived refugees play soccer in Italy. But how many refugees will there be due to the golfers who took power and ran with it?  Such a wonderful activity, but its got all the stink of upper class domineering attached by now.  Hmmm. An enigma.   Maybe it’s time to hang up the clubs and go far a sail, or a swim, or to volunteer.

Birthday Eve: Three amazing women, one synchronous moment in 1991


Thistles.  The natural wonder of Scotland.

Here’s a quick story.  I was in love with a woman for at least 11 years who was born on the Scorpio/Libra cusp known as October 22.  She is #2 in this sequence.Before her I was in love with another amazing woman for four years, but made the error of going out to caddy on the LPGA Tour.  Well maybe it worked out for everyone on that one.  In between and continuing as a friendship beyond until now, I met a Russian woman on the International Peace Walk in 1987 in Russia and again in 1989 here in the USA in Philadelphia.

In 1991 the Russian lady visited us in Gainesville, Florida.  I was with Woman #2 then.

The three of us went to the Oaks Mall, and voila lady #1 was shopping there by luck.

All four of us sat (I bet I was the most uncomfortable) for an hour or so chatting, and what makes this story interesting to anyone else is this:

All three were born on October 22.


It’s a super significant day for me.  Anyone else out there have such an amazing coincidental day in their lives?




Liebster Award: a conversation starter and major ego boost?

I was nominated for a Liebster…again!  Wow this is so amazing.

Drop to the bottom of this blog to see if you were nominated by me.  aka Spaginazioni Poetiche aka Dora

is the beautiful woman who nominated me.

The Liebster logo looks like this:


her questions to me are these:

My questions to nominees (plus Doug’s answers):

  1. What is your view on ‘”intercultural”?

If everyone were intercultural and studied more about each other’s cultures, the world would have a chance of being more peaceful IF, and it’s giant IF, those in control at the top actually gave a hoot about how those regular folks feel. Sadly, there is always an excuse for war, at least in the minds of those representing war profits in their jobs as professional elected officials.  Thus in many governments, but most importantly the big powerful ones (See USA, China, Russia, Japan, and Saudi Arabia first) those making decisions are fully owned subsidiaries of big corporate business.  Democracy cannot, or has not, been able to change this.

2) If I say “gestural language”?

Then I think body language, and at the precise moment someone else is falling in love with you they will say it with their body (their eyes, reaching a hand toward you, etc.) first, mouth and words second.  OK maybe even mouth before words if the attraction is strong enough.  Gestural language is more than ballet or giving someone the finger then, by a long shot.  You can really commune with wild animals if both you and the critter believe in gestures.
3)  Your own reflection on the “nomadism”

I have lived in 16 cities since I was 16 years old.  All of my own volition except two.  Traveling and WORKING in other cultures is a great way to live a full life.  I want to know how Ms. or mister “Jo/Joe on the street” sees the world, what influences them, and why.  Tourist, no.  Live there for a year+, yes.
4) Tell me something about your culture of belonging

My culture is a violent, yet caring, warmongering, yet peace donating, hate yet love kinda place.  Some of the great benefactors of the world came from the USA, after they made money by underpaying workers and raping the environment.  Such potential, often wasted on spending zillions on foreign wars.
5) What is your thought on “religion”?

I think spirituality is worth seeking out and getting better at.  it’s nice to try to commune with “the Creator,” but most religions falter when fundamentalists take over.  Hence, “which is worse, a fundamentalist Christian or a fundamentalist Muslim?”  Answer:  they are equally despicable, and are leading their legions down the path to continual war…not a path found in the books of either religion.  Dang war hounds.

6) If I tell you “childhood”?

Childhood is to be supported and encouraged throughout everyone’s lives.  Especially the lives of children.  Education is important, but so is walking around and learning things from nature on your own.  It’s hard to be functioning at a high level if your parents did all the chores for you so you could study or practice music ONLY.  If we allow our children some time to learn about how things work THEMSELVES, they will be able to learn anything they put their minds too.  Keep them away from electronics and out in the field.

7) Do you have a dream?

My dream is that one day my art or music actually is recognized by someone other than myself.  To that extent, even when I was playing music in bar bands, there have ALWAYS been people who supported my creativity.  That’s the miracle you have to believe in to keep going.  You won’t always get in the New Yorker or the Whitney Biennale, but if someone ever asks for a copy of the poem you just read, or buys or accepts as a gift your art, or cheers for the song you just played, dance you just danced, speech you delivered with panache…then soak it in and keep it rolling.  Teaching is like a continual boost of your ideas, if in the right school.  My dream is to sit at a simple meal or tea and talk to people I agree with: learn something from those I disagree with.

8) What role do you think the “Art” can play in society in relation to the your local context and in a broader view?

Art, like anything, is in the eye of the beholder.  The world has thousands of protests artists, musicians, poets, novelists, but it depends who sees it, hears it, takes it in and is influenced by it.  In some cultures art is quite important, in others people make art almost in a vacuum.  In the end, the universe takes care of artists…I don’t know how, but it works.  As a society, any given culture would be wise to listen to its artists, to support them, as without creativity, many become a burden on society.  is it better to support an artists who only paints or sculpts or dances, and is dirt poor because they spend their whole lives with their craft, refusing to wait on tables?  or is it better to watch someone become dejected because THEY ARE NOT FOLLOWING THEIR DREAMS, and then commit a crime, or do harm to themselves?  Easy answer here:  support who you can in their dreams because that puts you on the path of realizing your own.

9) What is your idea about “sexuality”?

I think sex is great.  Those who deny it are missing out on God’s gift.  The Native Americans who walked my space in upstate New York years ago, were naturalists in their spirituality.  To them, at least as far as I know, making love was the highest homage to the Creator.  Easy to understand:  it’s because making love (at least the traditional forms of sex) meant that you were joining the Creator in the miracle of life (or at least a chance of making a new life) and thus, if you love, and love your life, and love your mate’s life, producing a child is a way of spreading the love.  The Creator surely smiles on love making.  If you and your mate can’t spread the love via making a baby, you ARE however spreading the love amongst yourselves, and helping your mate to be at peace in the world, and helping society by being in love and showing others how good your love is.  Thus, sexuality, when coupled with love, is just about the best thing you can do in private that helps the public good.  If lucky, you find a partner who loves sex as much and as often as you do.

10) There is a place where you love to go when you want to feel peace and well-being?

Outside.  In the Woods.  I used to paint outside, I still write outside.  I can also be in pure bliss at my sons’s baseball game, or being a part of a crowd at a rock concert.Specifically, Canandaigua, New York, the lake, the hills, the creeks. It’s usually not where I go, but with whom I go.

Doug & Jim

And here are my nominees.  If you don’t want to play along, that’s fine.


  1. Can better communication save the world?
  2. Are all cultures equal, just different?  Or are some cultures stronger/better/more reasonable than others, and why?
  3. Name a philosophy/philosopher you agree with and why
  4. Don’t think long:  What is your favorite movie?
  5. If you could give one 30 minute speech that would create universal harmony among humans, what would the title be?  Or, write us the whole speech.
  6. Did you ever fall in love at first sight?  If so, explain, if not, what are the parameters that need to fall into place in order for you to fall in love?
  7. Your favorite flavor of ice cream.
  8. The teacher you remember most from grades 1-8, and why
  9. What do you want your children or your friends to remember most about you?
  10. Is it possible to rise above expectations, both cultural and familial, and make a unique life that is a positive light? If you’ve done that or are in the process, let us know how.

Monday Monday

It’s a crisp Monday here in North Carolina.  How’s it going where you are?

This one turned out to be the most favorite painting last Friday:

Opus 1561, 2006, Chapel Hill

Opus 1561, 2006, Chapel Hill

Hard to believe since it’s so old.  Anyway, we had a fun open house, and we wish you had been able to come.  Please let me know if you have anything in the art/performing arts/book readings or other public performances coming up.  I love to travel.


What do you do when…


What do you do, my friends, when the number of friends you had in the past swamps the number you have now?  Can you bear all the good times gone, get over it and reach out to good times to come?

It’s Autumn, and the SAD folks (Seasonal Affective Disorder)  out there are bracing for the long winter ahead.  This type of depression and reclusive reaction to being SAD is probably within the bi-polar realm, but it can be brought on in many ways, and the first two or three times around maybe even the diseased will not notice it…but it’s real…especially in the American sense that everyone has a disorder.

Request:  if someone you know has suddenly dropped off the map, reach out and ask them how they are doing.

and another bipolar

Nudge into the unknown

When a person has already abused your trust with investment schemes, don’t do any more business with them.  It’s that simple.


Just knock down the request and move on.

Move more into what you know.  Stay close to the vest.  It’s no time to back a poor plan.

Into the Light

There is this part that hides away.  The hikikimori in us, the over-booked stressed out adolescent male who, in Japan, hides away from society, and then may never come out again into the light.

When we lose a friend, or one moves away, or we become adult hikikimories (is that right for plural?) we stain ourselves and our need to be social and have the real chance of becoming weird or influenced by our own strange thinking.  The deal is that friends keep us in bounds.  They sting us with sarcasm when our thinking is out of line, they inspire us to keep doing what we did as kids, and then some, regardless of the pain.  Friends keep us alive and wanting more.

It’s simple:  when the turtle-ing instinct kicks in, kick it back by calling a friend.  or texting.  or emailing. or using Line, Kakao, Skype, your own blog or another of the myriad options for being public, or at least in touch with those who provide the necessary boundaries for a life of achievement.

Be Happy friends. Its an amazing cure-all.

And now this musical interlude:

Don’t Drive that way anymore

There was this man.  A regular guy only in his own mind.  To others, part big man, part child, part creative force, part jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none, and 100% emoticon.

One day he fell in love.  He had a great time of it until she had to go away.  Now he remains happy, but still can’t drive that way, not down that road, not near that place, not into that town, and just barely catches his breath on the days he has to snap out of it as he rumbles down the hiway, anywhere near the old stomping grounds.

This man, of course, not known to many, wants a full ride in life, wants to be whole again, wants to be loved, like anyone else.  For now he paints, he blogs, he reaches out to hands just barely touching: to those who can only care from a distance, those vital electronic charges, particles, words.

Keep track of your heart, he tells himself, gather in to your son, the one who loves unquestioningly, at least for now.  Play ball, paint together, cheer the games, and remind yourself, anything is possible, expect a miracle, keep tuned to the Creator.

It’s another beautiful day in the neighborhood.  get out an enjoy it.