March 4, 2018…What’s in a Fortune Anyway…

From the MInd of the Manic, Thoughts from the "Tinman"

 

“My Favorite Bunnies” ©2018

“You are only as strong as the alcohol you drink, the tables you dance on, and the friends that hold you together” 

I had lunch with a friend of mine some months ago in Calistoga California at the only Chinese restaurant in town. In typical, commercial, Chinese restaurant fashion, two cellophane wrapped fortune cookies appeared along with the check.

I will admit, when the fortune cookies arrive, something comes over me, (some of you do this too, just differently, and it is OK). I become over the top superstitious, count to 6, three times…tap my left foot a few times, blink twice, wave my hand over each cookie, hoping to feel the magic and juju I so associate with fortune cookies. I mean for God’s sake, they are, “FORTUNE”, cookies…I make major decisions based on what’s wrapped up in that tiny stale, sometimes spongy treasure chest…part of my superstition is being the last to take the remaining little pillow of fate…at least that way I know destiny has clearly chosen me by the process of elimination and what awaits, I follow like the Boy Scout motto…

I do have an out though if the fortune really sucks, I don’t eat any of the cookie, that way the fortune is null and void…whew!! The most memorable fortune I’ve ever had in my life created this null and void ritual… here goes:

“You will have a very unusual operation”

So with great anticipation, my friend made his choice, cracked it open and read his fortune…it was something about straight lines and life, had no relevance what so ever, so he said…I’ve yet to check with him though…I quivered with anticipation as I cracked open the vault of whatever fortune cookies are made of, and there on a slender piece of paper my fate awaited me…

In all seriousness, it was the most profound fortunes I’ve received, I look at it every day, and see how it works for me…not to mention, I’ve memorized the Chinese word on the back of the fortune, “Busy”,  Mang or Fan, depending of course….

Here’s what I’m listening to as I write this, I hope you enjoy it….

Hope your fortune comes true…

“The truth knocks on the door and you say, ‘Go away, I’m looking for the truth’, and so it goes away”

January 7,2013. I’d like to buy the world an Inflatable Kim Kardashian Doll, (sung to the 1971 Coke ad)

Art and my thoughts about being an artist
"America" ©2012

“America” ©2012 Robert Redus

“The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.”

This television commercial came out in 1971:

This was also going on in 1971:

 

I suggest turning the sound down on the Vietnam footage while listening to the coke commercial and watching the air strikes. There is an uneasy sort of harmony that goes with explosions while well manicured kids sing on a hilltop about a highly caffeinated, loaded with high fructose corn syrup, and who’d have ever known a relatively more destructive soft drink than bombs jingle.

This leads me to the quote this morning, “The Ranks of the Insane”…if I could play the guitar, I’d certainly be starting a band with that name! No really….I think……INSANITY IS THE NEW SANE.  I mean think about it….most people care more about Kim Kardashian’s “Baby Bump”, or did Jessica Simpson reveal a little too much breast on one of her press photographs than let’s say…..”ART”…yes I wrote ART, and for the reason that ART was once iconography …and the artists who produced that iconography were once the insane…the people mom and dad first off…didn’t want you to ever be and secondly surely didn’t want you to marry….and well because…”How’s he going to support you, and does he always dress like that?”…artists were the barometer of society the ones who redefined society with imagery…sculpture…words….ideas…the blurred edges of things….now it’s Brits boobs….

So here I am…the formerly insane….now the guy off the couch…sort of standing here wondering what exactly happened….while the people I always thought had it wired up so tight are in a frenzy…standing in lines waiting for new phones…exporting  $431,000.00 worth of almonds to Italy while importing $398,000.00 worth of almonds from Italy….wanting to “Go Green”….yet remain a polyamorous carnivore, who drives a  Hummer H5…and can only drink Melita  brewed, Half caf, soy, dry, pismo, light  easy foam, but make sure it’s in a Bio Cup…cool dude…. coffee.

So…I’m thinking of art installations more and more these days…maybe a 10,000 women with plastic baby bumps under their shirts…..filling elevators of busy high-rise buildings all wearing Jessica Simpson masks…or dropping Kim Kardashian inflatable dolls from Vintage B52’s over the entire state of Iowa….while loud speakers play “I’d like to buy the world a coke“….or maybe hire 500 people to just stand in line in front of every Apple store in NYC…and when asked why they are there….they can only answer…”You gotta be kidding…right, you mean you don’t know?” ….

so all of this being said….my mantra for the day is also my closing quote…..

“Please, if there is a god in heaven, bring back the insanity”

584. December 30, 2011….Tortillas are not the only place to see Icons…you know…

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

"The New Icon" ©2011 Robert Redus

“Because of indifference, one dies before one actually dies.” – Elie Wiesel

In the next day or so…some people are going to make a series of commitments that range from the benign to the extreme….hoping that by the sheer act of verbalizing their resolution ….the resolution now has a beautiful new set of pearly white wings…rather than the old cutout cardboard…water stained wings hanging in the garage from few years ago…that proved flight was fantasy…or at least extend flight was…yet the new wings…well of course they’re different…right?

Friedrich Nietzsche used resolution with Christianity much like Taoism defines the notion of what ever we are looking for we will find….Nietzsche said… ” The Christian resolution to find the world ugly and bad has made the world ugly and bad…sort of what ever you look for you’ll find…and I guess this takes me to here:
  • Australian Aborigines believe:
The great Father of All Spirits awakened the Sun Mother and told her to go down to earth and
wake the sleeping spirits, …”Give them forms”…when Sun Mother arrived on earth…every step she took  plants began to grow…she walked into the dark caves…her light awakened all the spirits and insects of all kinds flew from the caves…soon the insects were mingling with the plants..Sun Mother was happy…She ventured deeper into the caves…her great light melted all of the ice forming all of the rivers and streams…she then created the fish and small snakes, lizards and frogs. Then awakened the birds and animals…she told all of them to enjoy the wealth of the earth and live peacefully…Sun Mother returned to the sky and became the sun…everything watched Sun Mother disappear into the west…they stood frozen thinking she had left them…until they saw her the next day peek up on the other side of the earth….Sun Mother thought to herself that she must create new creatures…She gave birth to two children. The god was the Morning Star and the goddess was the moon. she sent them to Earth. They became our ancestors.
  • Iroquois believe:
Before the world was an island floating in the sky where the Sky People lived…no one died or was born or was ever sad…a Sky woman realized  she was going to give birth to twins, she told her husband…he was enraged and pulled up a tree from the center of the island…creating an enormous hole…the Sky woman curious peered down the hole and saw the earth below covered with water…her husband pushed her through the hole…surely going to fall into the water filled with water animals…seconds before hitting the water….two birds caught her on their backs and brought her to the other animals…there was only water…and try as they may the birds could not get enough mud to make land from beneath the ocean…then little toad tried…when he returned his mouth was filled with mud and they began covering the back of Big Turtle…the mud grew until it was the size of North America…Sky Woman stepped onto the land, she sprinkled dust into the air and created stars. Then she created the moon and sun….Sky Woman give birth to twins sons Sapling and Flint….Sapling was gentle and kind…Flint was hard and cold…they grew and filled the world with their creations…Sapling created what is good. He made animals that are useful to humans. He made rivers that went two ways and into these he put fish without bones. He made plants that people could eat easily. Flint destroyed much of Sapling’s work and created all that is bad. He made the rivers flow only in one direction. He put bones in fish and thorns on berry bushes. He created winter, but Sapling gave it life so that it could move to give way to Spring….Sapling and Flint decided to fight and Flint was beaten…but since he was a god…he could not die…Flint was forced to live on Big Turtle’s back. A volcano is his anger….

What ever we choose to resolve…we must do it with a great story…something that this time next year…when we’re wearing Beatle Boots…maybe driving a convertible….eating ice cream right out of the container…and saying… “Bitchin” instead of “Great”…oh and eating more with our hands than with utensils…we can look back and say it was ….bitchin…..

Be well…..

568. October 6, 2011…Ramblings from a “Free Pie ” day…

From the MInd of the Manic

"Say What You Mean...Mean What You Say" ©2011Robert Redus


“Facts and truth really don’t have much to do with each other.” – William Faulkner

Rod Stewart’s 1971 album “Every Picture Tells a Story”….was listed as one of the 500 albums you have to listen to before dying….I have to say based on the song… “Reason to Believe’…I agree…the song’s first line tells it all… “If I listened long enough to you, I’d find a way to believe that it’s all true”….and I guess that’s as wide open as what needs to be believed…and how long we are willing to listen…until it’s believable or not…

I heard his story yesterday…a great one…one we’ve all experienced…to some degree…he though decided to remind himself of the event…via tattoo and much  like yet not as extreme  in most circles as  Matthew 5:29… “If your right eye offends you, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell.”…and we all have those little reminders…right…and hopefully not vacant eye sockets…missing limbs…or permanent disfiguration…because of love…

I eat a slice of Sugar Free… “Free Pie” every Wednesday…of course its not really free but it’s made to sound like it is…I meet a few of my friends and we discuss what w e discuss…it’s one of those events I dreamed of as a small child…when I got older…that whole routine developing thing all of our parents did…and we wondered why…well I think I know why…and it’s a tug of war for me…not the pie and the friends…or really even the routine…but the predictability of it all…that sort of manifesto proclaiming my occupying a particular seat at a particular place at a particular time eating a particular piece of a predetermined pie…it all reeks of settledness…monotony…tedium…and it is…(that’s me tugging to the left)…

Tattoos proclaim things…events…feelings…. admiration for the Tasmanian Devil…daring… stupidity…and in some cases…”Do what ever”….but unlike a hallmark card….tattoos are major reminders…for better or for worse…and for an awfully long time…tattoo also doesn’t have to be inked into the dermis to be a tattoo either it can be a smell…permanently affixed to our brain or a sound that we hear and it takes us “there”…anything that has the permanence  for us…

Sure “Trust No Bitch”…kind of tells it like it is…and I question the sugar content in “Sugar Free” Apple Pie…and two eyes are clearly better than one even if one is continually offending me all day long…and I’ll worry when they both start offending…

What we’re missing is a place that offers it all…you know a communal meeting place like a church of sorts….that offers… “Free Pie” Sunday…and after enough visits…a “Buy one eye plucking…get the second eye plucking for 50% off”… and with a valid Punch Card…One Free Facial Tattoo…and as a bonus…a Free Personal Manifesto Kit…with something to proclaim…like…”Hey Sugar, Take A Walk On The Wild Side, Said Hey Honey, Take A Walk On The Wild Side.”

“Always get married in the morning. That way if it doesn’t work out, you haven’t wasted the whole day.” – Mickey Rooney

565. September 21,

Art and my thoughts about being an artist

"About 2 Feet" ©robert redus 2011

 “We have art in order not to die of the truth.” – Friedrich Nietzsche

I read 7 about art blogs each morning…all of them initially began with some small interesting piece that captured my attention for a brief moment…enough so that I subscribed to them…hopefully thinking that the… “Interesting” was a constant…something I could grab on to and help push the career forward…none have yet to produce that…not the career moving forward sensation…but remaining interesting…

all of them have turned into used car salesmen…wanting me to subscribe to their monthly secrets for real success…the ones that cost only $20.00 per month…and will move me from here to there…transform my art career in as little as thirty days…the secrets that have been recently discovered in some remote cave…near the Dead Sea…you know…the “Real” secrets…their secrets…

and for as much as I can get what they are doing and why they are doing it…there is the same disconnect I have at a movie theater…after spending some time watching a bad movie…I want some revolutionary event to occur…a “Satisfaction booth” partially blocking the exit…where I am asked how I like the movie on a scale of 1-10…and am refunded a percentage of everything less than 10…

now it takes the exact same integrity to offer the booth as it does to use it…as we know every movie to some might be a 3…thus 70% of their money would be refunded…while others would tell the truth…and some movies they get back while others…they give it all away…

I’m bit cynical these days…”former/previous artists” that are trying to help other artists gain success for a price…probably aren’t selling their own work…and the natural course of events is to be a “consultant”…or perhaps a “coach”…which of course means you don’t have to sell any work…or make any work for that matter…

Believability: “to have confidence in the truth, the existence, or the reliability of something, although without absolute proof that one is right in doing so: Only if one believes in something can one act purposefully.”

“Arguments of convenience lack integrity and inevitably trip you up.” – Donald Rumsfeld

562. August 19…Your Art Goals…do you have any?….

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

"It's That Way" ©Robert Redus, 2011

“When we kill our desires we stink like any corpse.” – Harold Norse

The Tao says, “ Whatever you look for you’ll find”, and I know that to be true based on spending my energy and time focused on what it is I want and have wanted to find. I also know, “What ever I’m not looking for I won’t find”…

Simplifies the whole issue of searching or not. Yesterday, I saw 12 Westfalia VW vans, and I didn’t see a single thing…I wasn’t looking for.

When it comes to looking for anything, there has to be a reason for the looking in the first place. At the bottom of all of this are really just a few finds and answers we’d all like. Often though we are clouded over with far too many desires and loose ends and want more than we could do anything with even if we had them all.

As artists it is very easy to want, and want a great deal without a viable way of getting what we want.  Reminder, art is a business and along with a business plan, goals need to be installed, assessed, reviewed,  edited and accomplished. Creating goals is the easiest part, following them and completing them are the most difficult. It takes a few minor steps to put it together then the work is in creating the habit of working on the goal.

Goals/Plans must be well defined, have measurable results, must be over the bar but attainable,  realistic, and a timeline to accomplish them. This applies to short, mid range and long-term goals.

Here are some of my plans….

Short-term plan: Present to 6-months 
  1. Continue painting until November 6th for my upcoming show on November 18th
  2. Continue work on the Art Benefit Auction for November 5
  3. Keep promoting my work locally and nationally

Mid-Range plan: 6 months – December 2012

  1. Work on the Outdoor Studio/Westfalia project through May of 2012
  2. Begin developing California Show for November  2012
  3. Increase promotions in California

Long-Term plan 2- 5 years

  1. 1200-1500 sq foot permanent studio space
  2. Increase panting scale to 9-12 feet
  3. More representation

Everything is negotiable and can be changed, altered, revamped and redesigned, based on progress. The term, “It’s all about the work” really does apply…I’d be interested in your artistic endeavors and plans…please keep me posted.

 “We find that after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us” – John Steinbeck

552.July 24… “The power to do good is also the power to do harm.” M.F….

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Negative Space”, © 2011 Robert Redus

“In art and dream may you proceed with abandon. In life may you proceed with balance and stealth.” – Patti Smith

Pete Townsend did a song titled “Face to Face”…basically the lyrics are a repetitive bunch of rhymes…that remind me of a commercial for traveling to some amusement park in the Bahamas…with the model looking wife…well behaved…kids…who are never going to need braces…and are so well adjusted…they could be adults by 12….

over all I think of Pete Townsend as a brilliant writer…who has a great deal to say and do… I mean c’mon…the guy smashed up some incredible guitars on stage…gotta love it…in the song…is a line of lyrics…that I really like…

 “The danger’s hidden on the cul-de-sac trails.
From wiser men who have been through it all
And the ghosts of failures
spray-canned up on the Wall.”

 I can only surmise he means…it’s been done before…take a look around…no point in taking too much time building something that looks like a wheel….

if you keep up with the art world…you’ll see the institution is on shaky ground…the pillars of the asylum…(the galleries)…have lost a great deal of footing and for good reason…the exclusive nature of the gallery has omitted and eliminated much of the population…statistics show that 1-5% of Americans have been in an art gallery…the frightening part is not really that number…but the 95-99 % who have not…I can think of no other saleable entity that is designed exclusively for the population… with so little exposure to the same public…and when exposed…it is out of reach to most by….price…and certainly by the nature of exclusivity developed and maintained by galleries…

artists are makers of a products that illustrate the present condition and state of the world…we can travel most anywhere with little fear of reprisal because…in some weird way we are also “visual truth tellers”…we are not a threat…nor do we have an agenda that involves guns…food…politics…pillage…power…or anything that compromises the state of the world…we are story tellers…might be our story intertwined in the other stories…but nevertheless…story tellers…

when we have a good story…and someone else knows it….they want to be the guy in charge of “Helping” us…”Get that story out there”….and they are going to do it to a small select group of people and only take 50% of the story…or the cash…until the story either wilts…or they have a their story they would like us to tell…but in our words….

as artists we sell our product wholesale…in other words…less 50%…

wholesale is defined as: “The sale of goods in large quantities, as for resale by a retailer.”

so volume = reason for less %….and unfortunately…12 paintings per year does not = volume….it is difficult to sell at wholesale when production is at a minimum…as is price…the demand for the product is barely visible…and to increase the demand requires greater exposure of the product in the ideal places…oh and…time and money….and lots of it….

I think that has been the flaw in the system of selling art…and based on supply and demand…the economic model that concludes “the unit price for a particular good will vary until it settles at a point where the quantity demanded by consumers (at current price) will equal the quantity supplied by producers (at current price), resulting in an economic equilibrium of price and quantity.”…and of the 4 basic laws of supply and demand…what both galleries and artists want is numero uno:

If demand increases and supply remains unchanged, then it leads to higher equilibrium price and quantity.”

become a very successful artist when you’re living…die one day…and S&D rule # 4 takes over…”If supply decreases and demand remains unchanged, then it leads to higher price and lower quantity.”….and everybody’s happy….but you…and at that point who really cares…right?…certainly not you….

and the other flaw…most galleries and artists are not in this…”Together”…sort of a treasure hunt with two separate maps….to the same treasure…

all that being said…it is still a wonderful time to be an artist…our opportunities have increased…the ability to guide and direct our work has never been better….we just have to look for…ghosts of failure…spray-canned up on the wall…

“Most of us can read the writing on the wall; we just assume it’s addressed to someone else.” – Ivern Ball

July 3…What’s your color IQ?…(try the test)….and….what’s been waiting for you all of your life?

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Hail to the Small Angry King” ©2011, Robert Redus

“Truth is so hard to tell, it sometimes needs fiction to make it plausible.” – Francis Bacon

it just floated there…a bit lost…maybe more unaware of the things just around the corner…but still waiting for another…then another…and all of it was setting the table right…you know…fork on the left…plate…knife and spoon…napkin folded neatly….because you never knew if the door would open easily…or would crack the plaster walls…with a hard knock…and he’d stand there on the high dive…board…arm resting across his stomach…finger in his mouth…in his blue bathing suit with the red stripes…thinking…maybe of the day he died…or how the cold water would feel on his milky skin…turn around…walk back down the ladder…his bottom lip quivered…and it all was wrapped up in crystal clear plastic wrap…I could eat the bologna…on the white bread with the potato chips tucked carefully under the bright green lettuce…but I couldn’t spell…”business”…I tried it….B…U…S..Z…Y…N…I…S…would put the green olives in my belly button…tried to talk like my father…it was all smoke filled then…a window air conditioner…a few packs of Luckies…and we were reliving…the good life…man was it the goodlife”…from the Black Eye Project

I don’t want to sound even remotely close to Donald Rumsfeld…but there are those known knows…and yes…those unknown…unknowns…that’s about as far as I’m willing to go…and I guess what Donald so eloquently attempted to say was…we do know some stuff and there is other stuff we know exists…yet know absolutely nothing about…and again…that’s as far as I can go with that statement…and I think because a few times what we know…what we’ve tried and what has worked…is what we continue to use as the method of doing it all over again…and hopefully getting the same or close to the same results…

sure I’m certain the scientific method…with the required empirical data…measurability and of course the specific principles of reasoning…take any emotional component and fundamentally puke it up and wash it away with a giant “harrumph”…well…that’s what its designed to do…but install a bit of personality…emotion and “I am who I am”…sort of thinking…it becomes simple to realize that  my method…your method…our collective method…though hosed up in many regards…tends to be the method of choice…even if it means bringing a knife to a gun fight…more than once…

and I think it’s really easy to plod along doing the exact same thing the exact same way…sort of like eating at a cafeteria where the menu never changes…and while the plodding expertise increases…the efficiency of the plod becomes much less effective…and eventually the boots are so thick with mud it’s easier to stand still than try and move the weight…any direction…

producing art is exactly like this…I have done fundamentally the exact same thing for a number of years with the changing variable being color…so my initial exploration of the medium…at one point was global…but like an old married couple…now…my style of painting and I sit in separate lazy boy recliners…wear the same night gowns to bed and can finish each other’s sentences long before we’ve even opened our mouths…to speak…we probably even look alike…

and sure consistency is what some think the lifeblood and success of a great artist….has to be…so it’s easy walking through the gallery and picking out who did what by the small little fingerprints of style left by each artist… and I suppose if galleries are the goal…then consistency is the key…while if moving forward and pushing the…”artistic limits…if you will are the desire…then the complete opposite has to be the focal point….or at least some part of the complete opposite…has to be the place to visit regularly…

I’ve often wondered if classical musicians only listen to classical music…or if secretly they put the headphones on…and clean the house to Miles Davis…or Mahavishnu Orchestra…I’m sure they do…or maybe they listen to 1970’s one hit wonders…but what matters is they listen to what they want…play what they play and somehow it blends together to work…painting is no different…

The other day while out painting…I broke the rules…I broke my own rules…initially in the first nano seconds of rule breaking…I felt as if I was cheating or going to have to explain something…since I made the rules…breaking them was difficult…because again…”method”…has made my rules real and workable…or as worakable as I have convinced myself they are…the more the rules became transparent…the less the method had any value…and quickly I realized…I had over these years painted….myself into a corner…(no pun intended)…and that entire moment was like I had nothing to remember…and nothing to forget…and no matter what happened…everything was…A…Okay…this point of departure was a major leap into the abyss…something that once done…was never possible to change…I have experienced very few of these…and know when this has happened in the past…big things are on their way…

How I got here has always been a mystery to me…not the physical…”Here I am”…but that place…sort of the esoteric port of entry…where I ended up doing what I do…I do believe with every once of my being…what I’ve done…and what I’ve not done…have been the instruments that have landed me right here…right now…doing what I do…fundamentally I have been preparing myself for this moment in time…my entire life…unaware…see there are those unknown knowns…again…all of the events…that happened and the events that didn’t…the left turns…the moves…the pleasures and pains…all of the darkness and light…that was the mixture…

it is much like standing at a doorway looking out over a vast landscape…pointing a finger to…”there”…everything that has happened was required to be at this exact place….and “there” has always existed…as “there”….now it’s time to move a little closer…perhaps the last 10,000 miles…

here is a great way of seeing what you really know…comment your results to me and gender….Try this color test 
my results…Male 8

 “Namely, we have no right to believe a thing true because everybody says so unless there are good grounds for believing that some one person at least has the means of knowing what is true, and is speaking the truth so far as he knows it.” – William Kingdon Clifford

542. June 27…Bill has the answers…he really does…

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“The Last Song” ©2011 Robert Redus

“Babies have big heads and big eyes, and tiny little bodies with tiny little arms and legs. So did the aliens at Roswell! I rest my case.” – William Shatner

“If you have it flaunt…it”…but don’t deep down inside at the core of our being…we hate “It” when “It’s” flaunted…and generally dislike the one doing the flaunting….maybe it’s because they have and we don’t or they can and we can’t….or maybe it’s they have and we do too…they can…and we decide not to…and I think in most cases it is the latter…which shows some sign of grace…acquired over some length of time…

I was a bouncer at the Hard Rock Café in Honolulu….”bouncer” has some connection to the movie Road House…sounds aggressive…stinks of beer…3:AM…and bar flies….being a family restaurant not to mention the busiest Hard Rock on the planet…the management preferred to call us “Security”…there is an air about the word “Security”…I quickly envision suits…ear pieces…calling clients…”The Package”…door opening…black limos and everything that says a 2011…fall release movie…starring Colin Farrell…well not true…my job was to stop what might happened if it did…check identification and generally keep the peace…it was simple…rarely exciting and the perfect place for me to be and be single…

Often I was confronted by people who forgot to bring identification for the bar…and could or could not get in…depending on how they tried to convince me was the determining factor for “No” or “Yes” if they got …“No”…they began “Flaunting”…asking me if I knew who they were…how much money they made…did I know that these shoes…cost more money than I made as a “Stupid Doorman”…in 2 months…and the final plea was always…”c’mon we’re on vacation”…I generally responded with “No”…”No”…“No”…” Really…why in the world should I believe you of all people are on vacation?”…when “No” was as clear as the rhinoplasty nose…check and jowl augmentation and spray on tan on their face…they either did one of 2 things…threatened my job…or…became nice…it was never about premeditated squirming for me…it was really about those first few seconds of them convincing me as to why they needed to get in the restaurant…. because nice people…are not going to be taking off their clothes…getting rowdy…and starting trouble….there was a holistic plan…beneficial…and effective…

I began thinking of having plans…as I’ve never been a real planner…and I think because of an extraordinarily short attention span…my plans generally have a few minute life span…great for spontaneity…but long trips are a little unnerving…if timetables are important to you…I like to think of myself as mobile…but really I am more anchored than I profess…there are all of these conversations I have with Traffic and Elvis…about plans…our plans in particular…we…or really I do all of the discussing…they basically listen or at least have convinced by their looks they are listening…I discuss art plans with them…

art plans are difficult…because the planning part of the brain doesn’t work while the creating part is in the “On” position…there is always a disconnect that occurs…

the more I’ve been involved in producing art…the more I’m getting that it’s always about “The Work”…yet it is also always about “What’s going to happen with the work right now”…I’m not a paint to paint sort of guy…I prefer…the capitalist mentality about producing art and how:

paintings=dollars…which=some part of the happiness pie which in turn=time

there have been 2 events outside of my world that have indirectly affected me to a point that I have come to some few very definitive conclusions…conclusions I am going to do something about:

1.    Art is just art…make it affordable…

2.   Life is shorter than we all think

3.   Anything can happen

4.   If it feels right…it probably is

5.   A well thought out plan is well worth the time thinking

6.   “Hike your own Hike”

7.   Everything I do today has got to be alright

8.   No Regrets

9.   Do something worthwhile everyday

10. Make it effortless…

so in essence…show it off if you’ve got it….cause it won’t last forever…make it cheap…easy to deal with….and something you can handle on a daily basis….and as Miss Kitty from Gunsmoke says:

“You listen to me, cowboy. I’ve got you out from underneath my fingernails and you’re gonna stay out”

532. June 1… “Position”…what a wonderful place to be….

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Convergence” 2011

“I think it’s pretentious to create art just for the sake of stroking the artists ego.” – Lou Reed

when I trained in judo…there was “Randori“…which literally means “Chaos taking” ….”Grasping freedom,“…opposed to formal kata…or form…in our particular dojo…we sat in a square…with one side open….Mr. Hyashi called it the “roster randori“…and it served as a visual which clearly defined the best to the worst  fighters…the last position was always the first to fight…they fought the person to their right…and if they beat them they took their position…moved up in position until they were beaten…sat to the left of the victor….depending on the day…level of gameness…stars in heaven…wheaties for breakfast…etc…anyone on any given day could beat anyone else…in theory…and up to a skill point…everyone had sat at that last position at some point and for some period of time…maybe only one lesson or maybe 20 lessons…and everyone knew what that position meant…and felt like….

moving out of the last position was a huge step…even if it meant one seat to the right…yet there was always the possibility of being back in that position…especially within the first 5 students…as that realm was theirs…the beginning…of it all…if you disrespected Mr. Hiyashi…or another student…or were out of line…he would put you in the last position…and you had to fight your way back up to where you were…close to where you were or perhaps past where you were…usually it happened only once to just a very few students…Mr. Hiyashi made certain it took some time for the offender to move up…

John Mitchell said…”Let us be tried by our actions.”…he was the attorney general under Richard Nixon…the statement sort of implies you should be judged by what you have done…right???…John Mitchell also said…”Do as I say, not as I do“…and that implies that what I am not willing to do…you should….and there in lies a problem…

when I began eating Oreos…we would sit in front of the television…my brother would “unscrew” the Oreo cookie…scrap the creamy filling off with his teeth and hand me the crunchy cookie part…I never had a problem with that at all…then…or now…as I was certain that was the way an Oreo was correctly eaten…when I eat Oreos today…which I don’t anymore…but when I did…I would…1). Think of my brother….2). wonder what this “Creamy filling” thing was all about and…..3). about 50% of the time scrap the creamy filling off and eat just the crunchy cookie part…I know clearly if my brother and I were to eat Oreos again in front of the television…without thought we’d probably do the same thing…it would be blissful…

position“….is my word for the day…it is defined as…”condition with reference to place; location; situation”…yet it is not defined as to who is or wants to establish the…”reference to place; location; situation”…and I have to say that is what I like about the definition…as this becomes the classic example of the cliché….”It takes two to Tango“…let me explain….in other words….where I think you are opposed to where you think you are in reference to where you really are…so I guess the cliché really is not cliché and should be changed to…”It takes three to tango”…which starts to sound a little creepy and weird…so maybe to quote Lou reed again….it should be “If it has more than three chords, it’s jazz.”…that sounds like it works….

ever drank something thinking it was going to taste like something else…and for that brief nano second…it did…but then reality takes over and the idea of…”this is milk…why does it taste like ginger ale“…floods the brain…few little blips of serious confusion and then…right back of track…..”Oh…it is milk…no…it’s ginger ale“….life continues and there is maybe one brief laugh about it…and it’s back to the plans at hand…and the process starts all over…there is a philosophical notion that what we see is really what it is…even if it is not….driving at night…black trash bag blows across the street…but you see a black cat…is it a black cat disguised as a trash bag…or…is John Mitchell up to something we have no idea about…and he’s implying…”See what I want you to see…not what you think you see“….that John….

so I thought about position and I can’t say there is a bad position…other than the ones we don’t want to be in…and we’ve all done a few of those…I especially like the ones that cause our head to bow….breath becomes erratic…blood pressure increases…profuse sweating…anxiety and that uncontrollable desire to look both directions a bunch of times….and then we realize…we don’t live there anymore….or even visit there….or have plans to…..

in the infamous words of…that’s right John Mitchell….

“You can’t pick cherries with your back to the tree.”

and I have absolutely no idea what that means…or what he wants it to mean to me…if indeed he wants it to mean to me what it means…whew….I’m starting to sound like him…have a great day…and move your feet a bit today…change position…it’ll do you some good….