Often times in my mind I have
conversations and say things that never really come to see the light
of day. In other words I have a private personal opinion. The caution
to the boy who has everything is that possessing is a false sense of
security. I have in my mind the memory of the day I realized that I
was not the best tree climber in the world and yes I could find
myself stuck in a very scary situation high up in a tree with no one
to help me down. Our opinions can climb high in the trees of the
fictitious situations. Meaning we judge the past, we judge the
future, and we try to change the now based upon how we think it
should occur. There is no shame in trying to orchestrate your life,
but in the same regard there is a shame to the individual that thinks
that there motions as a orchestra conductor to life really determines
its course. Even now I am asking myself to hear the music of life's
orchestra and to turn over my motions of fret filled living to the
Conductor who knows how the song should be played. I am grateful for
the times that I keep my opinions to myself. Let right living be my
legacy, and let me be so anxious to hear the Conductors Symphony.
Taking the first steps toward art. I am
sitting at my kitchen counter drinking coffee and thinking about a
half finished painting in my garage. I am in love with the painting,
a love that I would possible describe as a fatal attraction. The
reason my love for my painting is a fatal attraction is because art
and the process are two different things. Doing a craft and making
art are two different results. Craft is repeatable, Art in simple
explanation is not. Our bodies love motion, and our bodies love
accomplishment. I remember hearing a amazing story of man who
recorded his entire life, all of his actions each day. The man truly
did record his whole life, but in order to save time he created a
style of short hand so that he could save time daily. The end result
was a vast world of information that bore no true information as to
the delicate way our lives play out each day. However the man, was in
love with the process, the goal, the stroke of his pen upon the pages
of time itself. It is not a shame to fall in love, but when we find
out the rules of our attraction we can often find ourselves
sheepishly embarrassed of the item loved. Mystery has such a personal
wonderment to us all. The first step in art is to know that you will
fall in love with it, regardless of the value that your audience has
for it. Do not be ashamed of your love and do not validate it by
others sight of it.
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