There are times when a friend is in great need, so great that it is well beyond the reach of what a friend can offer… And, tonight I feel nearly helpless. The weight may not be lightened for him by anything that I can offer… but, maybe the offer is the weight lifter. Being a friend is one of the greatest Teachers available, surpassing all expensive private schools and college degrees. I am grateful for these opportunities.
Spent the whole day with extended family in Las Vegas. We had a “memorial service” for my uncle who passed away three years ago. It was a very long day, and my sensory system is frayed. That being said, I took a seat at a blackjack table with Shawn to gamble for the first time. Maybe, I’ll share more later, as it’s very late and I’m spent.
First time in Vegas…
(in Spain and Spanish America) a large plain or valley, typically a fertile and grassy one
threesquared is not dead.
Though no one has heard a word about it in years, and there seems to be no sign of life, rumor has it that threesquared is still alive. It’s offspring parade once a month, while threesquared shakes its old clinched fist in protest, oppositional to their folly. threesquared is stuck between caring too much and not at all. That’s where it lives, in the hidden tension. It’s not for the general public, and the general public are not for threesquared.
There is a true, consistent force behind the motive in the studio, and often it is forgotten. Maybe, it’s not forgotten, so much as it is not consciously surfaced. The desire to create something beautiful is at the heart of the studio practice, and, if that is all there is, that is enough. Am I represented by a gallery? Nope. Do I sell many paintings? Nope. Am I on the radar of curators? Nope. There is plenty of that menial fluff to go around, but I don’t let it weigh me down any longer (except on the rare day or two every quarter).
Working to create something beautiful is the reward. Anything else is extra on top of that… chocolate syrup on the ice cream.
It’s taken me a while to get to the place where I am ready to present my business plan for Jim’s Spaghetti Sauce. It sure “could have” been done faster, but timing takes time. I waited on inside and outside forces. I practiced patience. I grew anxious, and then found peace again. Tomorrow, I will send the plan to my uncles that each own a third of the restaurant with my mom. Then, it’s out of my hands again, and hope will settle in to the saddle. I am proud of what I have produced in the plan, and I think it’s plenty to get a seat at the table to discuss moving forward with “ownership.”
There will be some relief once I hit “send,” and I’ll celebrate quietly once that is done. I’m just ready to make spaghetti sauce for lots of people… a simple desire.
Three paintings from my Better Angels exhibit two and a half years ago will undergo some presentation alterations soon. The original experiment worked for a while, but it became obvious that a more permanent solution would be required. As they were painted, it was not clear that they could hold up as straight forward paintings, and so I added the painted veil. The idea was smart, I thought, but I didn’t solve it technically for the long run. Now, I’m not interested enough in theoretical concept behind the first idea, so I’m moving on with a simple framing of the paintings.
Everything is timed just right. Quite often, we don’t see this clearly. We hold tightly to preconceived ideas, and they build the prisons for our minds. Freedom is in Nature, the gift of surrender.
I took two Saturday afternoon drives today in an attempt to recharge my car’s battery. It was slightly successful, but mostly it proved that the battery is close to death. Tomorrow morning’s diagnosis will determine the fate of it, and the next course of action. The impromptu drives were nice… I pulled up some On Being podcasts and cruised Interstate 65 S & N twice each. Otherwise, the day was mostly uneventful.
Sunday is coming, and it begins the season for my beloved and frustrating Tennessee Titans. It’s an often surprising fact about my life that I am a diehard fan of my home team. Many people project the notion that because I am an artist, I wouldn’t sink into such a sport as football… that’s a way off analysis. I played football through high school, and if my life situation had been different, or had I been 5’10, 185 lbs instead of 5’8″, 160, I may have played small college football. I was extremely passionate about the game, and I guess that I still am. My art teacher in high school was also my football coach… and, after my father died, he also became a father figure. All that to say, I’ll be excited to ride the waves tomorrow of the Titans’ first game of the year.
Besides that, I’ve got some things to write about the art crawl (which happened again tonight), as it still weighs on my mind. But, I’ve not the time for that one tonight. The coming will will be juicy, with a wild concoction of events on the calendar, all ending with my first trip to Las Vegas. Maybe, the blog will be able to keep up with this weird assortment… or, not.
It’s too late to tell stories about the woven scenarios of today. I’m in bed, exhausted, and ready to disappear.
The day began coming to a close under Friday night lights, which my girls wanted to do.
I don’t host many folks for studio visits. I have one tomorrow that I’m excited about, without expectations. I appreciate the chance to build deeper relationships, and to give and take with those close enough to share experiences. Not very often do I get professional feedback about my work/career, and that is why I called upon tomorrow’s guest…
Can I be more teachable?