Like the wind my life cycles are. From one direction strongly for months then nothing, and then it goes another direction for many more months, stops, sputters, dies, and then starts in again with random flurries here and there, and then again at last from the same direction again persisting. Relentless. I am like that. … Continue reading “Art Again”
Got in a nice long walk today using the excuse of going to the CVS for a heart med reload. I have had my back “go out” since I was a teen. For three days, agony, for another two, merely perpetual ache, and then? Gone. So today I walked again. “Four miles every other day,” … Continue reading “What Is Life For?”
Nothing serious. Simply quick notes. Incomplete. Dashed off. The Media As Memory
I believe in simple tools. If you cannot accomplish the task with simple tools, you do not rate complex tools. A hand-held power plane is difficult to use. It is difficult to use for those who are adept at hand planes. One slightest error, and a vast swath of wood has been removed. hand planes … Continue reading “Simple Tools”
Think about it. If you have the power to create, you remain undefeated no matter how many defeats you may suffer. I can find no exception.
That is what not doing art is, if it is because you are not “feeling it.” I would liken that to the door to a stove: You want to heat things up? Open the door; you want to cool it all down? Close the door. This is along the lines of, “Whatever you decide, whether … Continue reading “Did You Suddenly Lose Your Power?”
This is quite the opposite of the common supposition that there is too much knowledge in the world. But really. Like I said before and will certainly repeat, hardly anyone knows anything. Honest experts will tell you this, but honest experts are rarer than the many more who will happily inflate their own position. So … Continue reading “There Is Little Knowledge”
You know how children make us be better people. One night my seven year-old, Rebecca, showed me the light agin. Startling, her ice blue eyes and the shining black hair she liked long. I would not call it quite “wavy,” but it was not quite straight and tended to make “wavelets.” My lovely girl, you … Continue reading “Daddy, Why Are You Crying?”
By “Realism” I mean in art, and not as in the “There is no such thing as Reality.” That distinction made, I mean to lay out some of the further meanings that hold in common a lack of existence but have yet all happily called themselves “Realists” and their work, “Realism.” (I am using archaic … Continue reading “There Is No Such Thing As Realism”
“Kaizen” is a fairly modern business term coinage and not traditional Japanese. So I hear. But its meaning is “small effort, repeated.” Perhaps it was some nerd at Toyota who came up with the expression in corporate lit seventy-five years ago. Maybe even it was popularized as pseudo magic Asian philosophy in the West later, … Continue reading “Perhaps Not The Right Word”