Baba Sali







Yotaki: Urban Shaman

Have I posted my links to artwork? Of course I have but here they are again. will take you to my etsy shop and anyone in the Las Vegas, Arizona, Cali area are welcome to buy a ticket and enjoy my art in person at Palazzo Act Night Club on Aug. 22 from 7-11.  You can show your support by simply purchasing a ticket from my page.  Hope to see some of you there.

Why do I call this period urban shaman? All my art tells a story each piece individually and the process of making art. If you go to the link for you can view some of the work individually. Art is about secrets, joy, pain, dreams and the magic we create. Come be enchanted.

Just wanted to offer up an ending

Didn’t want to leave you hanging so here is the conclusion.

Tried the curling thing but my hair just puffed so did a bit of hot roller until as usual it cooled itself off so gave up put it in a clip.  Went from black to white back to the black outfit.  Liked the black changed the shirt from flowers to violet to sky blue.  Of course the earrings had to change. Put on make up, un-clipped the hair slid in two bobby pins and off I went.

First miracle I did not get lost driving over to the location. The interview was easy. The two men friendly and professional not aloof or trying to prove they are better than anyone like most interviewers play. Great interview, good questions and I had good answers.  Who knows but they said I should hear in a week.  It would be a nice place to work.

So I head home content and starving. Pick up an avocado for a treat. Slice a tomato and my finger.  Rinse the cut, put on some lavender oil and make my sandwich. Life is back on track.

A Moment in the Life

Last night I washed the new shirt I bought for my job interview today. Waking up to make the perfect cup of coffee in my French cafe’ glass then strolled into the bathroom to see how things had dried. Perfect. Carefully placing the glass on the edge of the tub a thought runs through my mind,”The glass will fall.

Listen to your foresight they are always corrects. ” Don’t do it.”  So of course I did making the deal that it would be only for a moment.  No opportunity for misfortune to happen. Always listen to those gentle warnings screaming in your head.  ALWAYS!

You likely have guessed the scenario. I reach for the perfect cup when pow it falls into the tub sliding up and down spilling all the contents not just inside the tub but up the sides and down over the floor, It is baffling how much a small glass can contain.  Thanks goodness for French chemistry the glass was neither broken nor chipped but the second cup was no where as delicious as the first. Not that I was not relieved and grateful not to be picking up broken glass. Most importantly the new clean clothes were untouched by coffee.

I did not plan to wash my hair but the ends were covered in coffee and a bit too sticky to escape notice. I will have to wash it. This sounds like a non issue except that my hair is down to my waist half in waves and ringlets the other straight as a stick. It will cut into my “freaking out time” and changing of outfits although it was all laid out the night before. Today being a new day and new attitude. It brings with it changes.

This means I must do my hair. Curling iron which cools off just when you need it to be hot. flat iron, or Velcros.  Do I dry my hair first?

Why is my hair so important? Because the fever blister on my lip is in full bloom in spite of all the natural and pharmaceutical remedies I applied. I need a distraction that is professional. I’m getting a bit frazzled here. Only four hours until I leave for my interview so I best get into the shower, wash my hair and give myself time to change clothes until I finally put on what I planned to wear the first time and redo my hair until I give up wondering why I ever bothered in the first place.