Connection. Just assume it. Whether it is with your cat, a friend or a dead lover. Some people use an imaginary god. That’s why predatory religions (all) and cults seek vulnerable folks in transition and loss, to offer a sense of missing connection, for profit. The priests have to get paid somehow. Some people use drugs to recreate the hormonal feel good response of a sense of connection. Death is therefore like a drug withdrawal. If you are an orphan without connection resources, you have to create it for yourself. Then you are free of any dependance. This is deprogramming that churches hate. Independance that comes with freedom of choice. Just assume a connection, especially with yourself and bypass the woo woo ripoff, dependency and programming and keep your cash.
Jerald trained formally as a painter at the Alberta College of Art and Design from 1992 to graduation in 1996 having three times achieved the President’s Honour Roll. He earned his BFA in 1998 from Alberta University of the Arts with a focus on digital art studies and a minor in creative writing. He holds a certificate in Adult Education from Mount Royal University. He taught for 10 years at AUArts, MRU, and long term care homes doing recreational therapy through art making. Previously he studied drawing and painting privately under Gary Ripley at Grip Studios in Calgary, Alberta from 1972 till 1980 with a focus on the materials and techniques of the old masters. His first career was as an addictions counsellor for Alberta Alcohol and Drug Abuse Commision where he was trained in REBT, Rational Emotive Behavior Therapy, developed by Dr. Albert Ellis the foremost psychologist of the last century. Jerald’s publications draw heavily from the history and traditions of Western European fine art, street photo, digital fuckery and psychotherapy. He currently lives in Calgary making art with his camera and computer, publishing his books under Blackstock Art&Design for The Duchy of Jerald.
Arrived: my first print copy of my first book. When I had a stroke and ‘lost everything’ therapists said I needed recreational help, enrolled me at the seniors place to play shuffle board. There they asked me what I enjoyed and didn’t like my answer: lesbian porn. well, affection really, but I was kinda bitchy for a few years and I view seniors recreation programs as babysitting waiting for slow demise.
Anyway, I digress, again, I enrolled myself at the gym, hired a kinesiologist, took driving lessons, learned to drive with my left hand and foot, bought a car, learned left handed typing and photo, and adobe creative suite. 3 years and 5 books later, what good can I make of this has become the focus of my creative juices.
It is I believe the central question of all creative activity, all therapy, all life, since life is random as fuck and there is no predicting. joy/tragedy, hope/loss are the same goddamn thing, they come when they come but for sure they are coming, and we deal with both sides of the coin with great skill.
There is no purpose to life so I had better get off my ass and create some satisfaction. deal with my losses as best I can, then ignore them, forget my goddamn awful past as well, and focus on something more satisfying. If it is to be it is up to me.
Anyway my first printed copy of my first book arrived! here is how it all works REBT
and suddenly you wake up and the world is no longer built for you you are now left handed now one legged now one armed now the ambulance driver is an ultra conservative jock jerk sit down before you fall on someone ! as you try to say you need the washroom but now your mouth no longer works now you can no longer swallow
with force of will over 6 months in hospital you climb out of bed you climb out of the wheelchair two years goes by you discard the walker 50% you don’t use the cane every other day you are in the gym
you live in a province of fascists who hate you you use their taxes to live on you are disorderly without order ‘special’ needs you aren’t special as you compete ‘unfairly’ for the sympathy that they ‘deserve’ for their plight their world is unfair Hard Luck Rivalry behind the eugenics Hitler sent you to the camps cutting costs
they bump you on the stairs at the gym hard as you struggle down unable to get out of their way like hockey bully enforcers on the hard ice of no social skills compassion or empathy
or else they force their Virtue Signaling standing at the top of the stairs holding the door open showing their physical superiority intimidating standing in the doorway so you can’t get past a no win situation smell their armpit or suffer their displeasure and risk their complaint but not realizing they are on camera ‘both of us won’t fit in that door’ ‘I’m holding it open for you’ ‘both of us won’t fit in that door’ fine then and stomps off like an angry 4 year old
as narcissist coward predators hunt victims that can’t fight back this is the new normal