Steven H. Bridgens
Born: Kansas City, Missouri, Planet Earth, 1949, the year of the first Soviet nuclear test
Parents: healers, one trod the dark path and one the light
Siblings: one of each, both younger, iconoclasts and artists
Progeny: one son, a man now with his own trajectory and dreams
Current Fascinations: words, painting, sculpture, the ancient world or the idea of it, particularly
the rebuilding of it, silence and the absence of it, sleep and the same, dead bluesmen,
ancient Asian poets, the demi-monde, espionage, imagined, not real, the primeval forest
of Buddhism in all its humble glory, the savage comic tyranny of the political stage, the toxic
and liberating proscenium of the internet, the dark Jungian depths of the self, the flickering
colored shadows of the cinema and architecture, the utopian possibilities of life on garden earth
with our liberated sentient friends
Death: certain as to its eventuality but uncertain as to its time. Indifferent, but not unconcerned.
