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VERY IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT

This is a very hard thing for me to admit, but early in my art career I used performance enhancing drugs.

It was not something I thought I would ever do, but the pressure in the art world was very intense, and the competition was overwhelming. Sadly, I eventually gave in and began to use substances that were banned in art competition.

I want to apologize to all my collectors and supporters over the years.

I know I have let you down.

I especially want to apologize to my mother.

She was unaware of my drug use, and I told her my success was due to the Hostess Cupcakes she had given me after school.

Ed Haddaway

MY HOSPITAL SUMMER

I hung around the hospital for a week and gradually warmed to having various tubes and wires connected to my body.

I then went home, ate pills, and sought the solace of blood thinner. In what seemed like mere days, I was blessed with a kidney stone, which sent me back to the hospital for another week. I once again became acquainted with the tubes and wires and discovered the unhappy truth of urologists.

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THE RICH MAN WHO COLLECTS ART

“You have to become more Zen about these things. If you are not in the right space, nothing will happen. You are trying too hard to control the outcome…..just let it all go. Forget about the rich man and concentrate on that which is in your purview. Remember also to constantly give thanks the universe for all that you have been given.”

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EMAILS I HAVE RECEIVED OF LATE

Thank you for your submission to "How to Cope With Rejection"Seminars. There were close to 1500 applications for the Seminar, approximately 750 of which were from Artists like you. The committee had hundreds of difficult decisions to make, as the quality of the applications was very high. We regret that your application was not accepted for this Seminar at this time.

Because of the need for one on one therapy there can only be space for 300 participants.

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ALLEGORY OF NOTHING

The other day I happened to look out my bedroom window as a small bird sat perched on the ledge.

The bird was brightly colored, and appeared to be an important bird which had perhaps attended Vassar.

The bird looked at me for a minute then began to flutter its wings. It then started to fly into the open window.

Fearing for the bird’s safety I immediately waved my arms, which frightened the bird away. I then resumed what I was doing (worrying).

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THEORIES OF JUST HAPPENS

Michael’s shop was a large warehouse on the Jacksboro Highway that was in very bad shape. Entering the dark building it took a while for your eyes adjust. One could slowly make out huge piles of parts, Harleys, and garbage. I also noticed something else. Strewn about were leather jackets with the Hell’s Angels insignia on them. Anyone with common sense would think twice about continuing on. I didn’t think at all.

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THE CONSPIRACY OF NATURAL FORCES

One central theme in my life had clearly developed by age 5. It continued on through puberty, through my teenage years and twenties and into each preceding decade that I have managed to get through.

Violent movement, and stomach churning sensations play a big part, as do incoherent thought processes, and mental gymnastics.

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The Visitor

“I live in the year 2545.”

“ Impossible!” I responded.

“ No really…. I came from the future to discuss your artwork with you.”

“Why would you do that?” I asked.

“Your sculptures and prints are very popular in my time …in fact I would say your work is venerated.”

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TOP OF THE HILL DOWN PART 5PUSH IT UP THE HILL

The car WAS heavy. What did Uncle Dick use when he built this thing? Underneath those layers of yellow and black paint some of the heaviest wood known to man was fastened together with what must have been 80 to 100 lbs of nails. Somewhere under all that was a metal chassis, that came from a farm tractor or something. Throw all the neat junk on top of that and the car probably weighed over a million pounds.

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TOP OF THE HILL DOWN PART 4FASTER AND FASTER

Turning southwest from the front door of our house would lead to a street that wound around Luther Lake and eventually to Ridglea Hills Elementary School. Knowing that, the innermost part of my being was instinctively repulsed at the thought of learning something whenever we turned in that direction. If you turned to the northeast, however, the golf course awaited, and Camp Bowie Blvd., the heliport at Western Hills Hotel, Howard Johnson’s and any number of good things. Because of the steepness of the hill, and my penchant to go down it on something I had hammered together with wheels and boards…….. that direction was also associated with death (my own).

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