Do we have enough true ceremony?
Do we have enough true ceremony?
I hosted a studio visit today, and it was a wonderful two hour connection with someone I have just recently met. As Mercury is now in retrograde, I’m not going to try to say much about it, but the visit ended with a touching moment with my guest and one of my favorite paintings that I have made. Not too many visitors find the tender resonation of these wounded soldiers… I am grateful for the visit. I have been tired the entire week.
Seems like there are people that are naturally good at and inclined toward wearing costumes at Halloween. I am not one of these people. Within me, there is a desire to be one of the costume type folks, but laziness or nature wins, and another year passes without exploring that version of myself. Is “nature” or “nurture” more responsible for creating this tendency in people? I don’t know that any of my siblings get into costume, but that may prove nothing, as we are the same in regards to nature and nurture. My daughters don’t go fully into costume, and I asked them tonight if they feel pulled to get more invested in dressing up for Halloween, and they both said that they would like to… But, I have not modeled that behavior. How easy is it to change? There’s a saying out there in the ether, promoted by Rich Roll: “Mood follows action.”
And, Bill Wilson’s version: “You can’t think your way into right action, but you can act your way into right thinking.”
Back to work for the still untitled January exhibit… I’ve considered Men Remnants, but I’m not sold on it yet. There’s a chance that there will be one title for the two person show… that is evidently what Lindsy was thinking. We are going to connect this weekend to talk through the show. Who knows what the verdict will be?
This blog is headed into the last two months, and I am ready for the end. Blogging every day is too much for me. I write most days, so, that’s enough writing… this format, for public view, often seems forced. I look forward to seeing what opens up when this ends.
Shortly after an event that takes months to put together, one’s energy will hit a wall. This collision is different from the natural exhaustion of the event itself. This gets down to the cellular level… inside the chi. I hit this wall this afternoon at the studio. There were several decent hours of painting today, along with some other varied tasks. Hot tea soothed me after lunch, but in no way did it provide any lift with its dose of caffeine. I considered a short run to try to shake the chi, but that didn’t happen… I took a walk with my wife. Now, I should retire to try to get a little more sleep than usual. “They” say that you really can’t “catch up on sleep.” Even if I believe them, it certainly can’t hurt to sleep a bit extra when the wall strikes.
I returned to Radnor Lake this morning for the normal hike. It’s an “out and back” on the lake trail, approximately three miles total, and it’s a perfect length for before work. The damp, cool fall morning soothed the splayed nerves from the many hours of recently hosting the art booth. The vibrations (yes, the vibes) do actually heal… I believe it, and certainly some scientific study has proven it. I intend to take larger doses to keep the dis-ease at bay. I highly recommend a prescription of your own.
Tomorrow, I get back to the varied tasks of getting Jim’s up and running. There is more to do than I know, so, I tend to what is on my list, as I make the next list. With an art show due in January, I’ll also be doing what needs to be done for that…
I’m very tired after a long several days of socializing, sharing the work at Artclectic. My face hurt on Saturday night by the time the evening was over. This blog might be tired too.
Artclectic has ended, and now it’s time to move on to deconstructing generals like this… wrestling a bit with “toxic masculinity” and the slow demise of patriarchy.
Something that’s sat on my mind as I experience a school art fair for just the third time is this little bit of wisdom from one of many “secret societies”:
“And acceptance is the answer to all my problems today. When I am disturbed, it is because I find some person, place, thing, or situation—some fact of my life —unacceptable to me, and I can find no serenity until I accept that person, place, thing, or situation as being exactly the way it is supposed to be at this moment. Nothing, absolutely nothing, happens in God’s world by mistake. Until I could accept my alcoholism, I could not stay sober; unless I accept life completely on life’s terms, I cannot be happy. I need to concentrate not so much on what needs to be changed in the world as on what needs to be changed in me and in my attitudes.”
My steering away from judgement and comparison is key.
It’s a school fundraiser… I participated two years ago, I learned some thing, and now I’m trying it again. Tonight was the “Patron Party,” and it felt more party than patron to me, but that was simply what I experienced. Tomorrow and Saturday are full days there, and they demand stamina. It’s an enjoyed experience all around, regardless of the lack or abundance of particulars.