This weekend I’m going to be included in a group show at The Sandpaper Factory in Rockland, MA. For a smaller, yet dense suburban area, I’ve found that there is a significant amount of talent here. I like being a part of that. Humans’ ability to make art is something that clearly sets us apart from the beasts. Important note - the blanket term “art” can refer to a multitude of products one can create. Sometimes art isn’t even palpable or able to be weighed. One could make a reasonable argument that simply the way one lives and reacts to their environment is art. I’m not trying to imply that “non-artists” are inferior at all. We’re all artists on some level.
Anyways. I just hung all these paintings I made. Now, there’s not so much art in my house. I’m somewhat at a loss as to what to do. I’ll blog about it. 😊
“Art” is funny. It is certainly a luxury problem. If one has the time and the means to debate and access and lovingly craft whatever they want, then one is certainly not (currently) dealing with getting eaten by wild animals. I feel blessed to have the time and space to make things, (although I could certainly use more of both). My father always encouraged me to create. As I age and realize how awful some of that work was, I appreciate more and more as to that sentiment from him. Thank you pop.🫶🏼
The things we do with our time. What do you do? Are you happy? What would you do if you were able to grasp that this time is finite? Maybe, hopefully I guess, you have realized this. What are doing about it? I’d love ideas as to the best way to utilize one’s time. DM me. 😉
I used to say that I had no fear of death. While painting the other day I realized that this of fear isn’t true. I’m starting to count hours, trying to produce as much as possible. Pieces of me grasping at minutes and making…things. I feel like I can see a finish line and I realize all of this work I need to make before I expire. I’m terrified, well, mildly terrified. The things I need to make doesn’t even include the things I want to see, the people I want to meet, or the things I want to eat. I’m willing to set aside selfish endeavors in an effort to better fulfill my intended body of work. I’m realizing it is true though, the sometimes frenetic want to produce is because I fear death.
What am I trying to say? This:
I am grateful to have problems like how I will manage my time.
I admit I am spoiled, but I do get some points for being productive and trying to beautify our world.
It is important to have perspective.
I’m rooting for humans. I’m also astounded as to what we can make. It is my hope that we can rein it in and allow our children and their children to thrive. 🙏🏼