I'm riding high now, a man and a wonderful lady come from Washington D.C. It seems as though they were reading the internet and saw imagineart.net and got in touch with Debbie Kizer and set a meeting. The man saw my print that was hanging at Imagine Art and wanted to see my work. Debbie called me and we set a meeting and they came over to my trailer and bought 7 paintings of mine and were taking them back to Washington D.C. to promote a special artist, which is me. Its hard for me to realize that I could be so lucky.


Has anyone ever heard of the "The Lost Gospel of Mikie"
This is a gospel of self: How canI satisfy myself.
The birds of the air, the flowers of the field, my dog named Brown dog and my paintings.
A quite time to myself and a good cup of black coffee.

Life is a real roller coaster.

Somedays I’m an artist and performer.
Other days I’m the mop boy.

As a young man I had a serious car accident. I was in a coma for a month and a half. Upon awakening, I could do nothing. 30 years later, I walk, I talk, I paint. I mop. I graduated from UT with a BA in psychology. I worked there for 17 years, and had to retire because of brain complications.

Last June I went with Actual Lives to Washington DC to perform at the VSA arts International Festival. The crowds loved us, it was a real high.

When I got back home, I went back to my job as a mop boy.

In July, I went with Imagine Arts to New Orleans for an art show. I sold 3 of my paintings right off the bat. We had a great time on Bourbon Street eating all that great food. We were on a roll!

When I got back home to Austin, I resumed the mild mannered mop boy.

In October, Actual Lives did a show at UT for about 300 students, professors and staff. It felt great to back there as a performer.

The next day, yep, it was back to the mop job.

One day I’m performing in front of 800 people, cooking on all cylinders. A 54 year old man, brain injured, dancing to strip tease music, bringing down the house.

The next day, I’m cleaning bathrooms, emptying trash, and of course, mopping, back at the SHAC, a self-help advocacy center.


Life’s a roller coaster, and I’m on it. And God says “Hang on.”