Walking on the Precipice

     I there is one central theme to my life and my art, it is thus: "Sometimes good people do bad things too." That's it. In a nutshell. It speaks of the human consequence of making bad choices, staying in damaging, unfulfilling relationships; stealing a bottle of shampoo; having a beer, when you have nothing to eat; allowing yourself to be addicted to anything; getting busted for picking up a hooker, when all you are is lonely.
     Life is a series of shades of grey. And yes, grey is a color that is closer to black than it is to white. It is also the color of human frailty. And it is there, on the border of divinity where the chasm yawns open.
     It's where a son falls for having rebelled against his father. It's where a mother falls for having abandoned her child. It's a narrowing chasm, that makes us smaller as we fall. And it is there, for which but for the grace of God go I. Because we all have a toe hold upon that very edge. We will trip, and stumble upon that very edge. Perhaps it is THAT which defines us. Not the climb up, but the stumble towards. Humility, as opposed to  rightousness. The soldier, as opposed to the war.
In a in any case, these are the people most interestting to me. Those are the people who's stories must be told. because have LIVED! And they have something to say. About life on the other side. Indeed, about the Darkness on the edge of town!