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…..

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

557. August 4…Reality beat out Intention…soundly today….but it was on the rocks with a twist of lime…an umbrella and a few cherries…

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Aftermath of the ‘Battle of Wits”” ©2011 Robert Redus

“The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends.” – Friedrich Nietzsche

the notion of intention against the backdrop of reality…or vice versa….superimposed or transparent matters little…as the intention has one stab while the reality another….true with people…events….ideas and very much so with producing art…

what intended to be a wonderfully productive day in the studio…did not at all become that reality…rather…a day of questions and answers…reflections…dialogues..inserting…mundane and irrelevant topics in between slices of highly processed white bread to discover that…what I know…I know to be what…I know….. unavoidably a topic of historical dissertation…languish…enlightenment and…silent revelation…no doubt…

yet the unsolicited….still barks at the gate…while the rest of the pack has lost interest and slumbers snuggly in their dens….dreaming again of the chase…and the fall air crisp at the nostril….

so the paint never left the tube today…the solder did not run…..a lengthy way of getting here…from there…and as a painter…it is perfectly alright…to spend this day…pursuing the reality rather than the…intention…and yet

my accomplishments today were…

great….

“Nice guys finish last, but we get to sleep in.” – Evan Davis

508. March 26th…Raise your hand if the first letter in Ertist is… “A”

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“It’s Only Half over” 2011

“People who have given us their complete confidence believe that they have a right to ours. The inference is false, a gift confers no rights.” Friedrich Nietzsche

whether you believe in evolution or not…is unimportant…as evolution means any process of formation or growth…not necessarily gills to lungs…wings to arms and the dreaded…monkeys to man….conversation…and I know there are those who just hear the word evolution and the pulpit crowds with conversation…and what is the antichrist of the evolutionary followers emerges…but to try and use the only other accepted possibility …”Creationism”…in my blog this morning seemed as unlikely a possibility as those who think we came from chimpanzees… and I agree… (truly it was Proconsul africanus)…but nevertheless…applying evolution to the art world verses applying creationism to the art world…is a pants or no pants argument….

the face of the art world has changed dramatically…most likely a change that will never revisit return as historically art always seems to do…and a change that not only effects art…but everyone within the blast zone…galleries…collectors…and most importantly artists themselves…

can you name the last couple of art movements…Minimalism…Pop Art…..what’s happened since then…a host of attempts that have barely left visible scratches on the inside of the coffin lid…

art movements were at one time like waves on the ocean…another following another one which in turn followed another one…often these movements were in contrast to the previous movement…finding that by disavowing the previous movement the current new movement was more of what was happening…exactly where the pulse was….

so why is it there is no art movement…these days…no pulse…no collective that is driving the art world…the reason…in my opinion is very much just like poor breeding…lack of skill…a fantastic sense of self…saturated with kalopsia…a fundamental belief that mediocrity is excellence…oh and of course many like minded “artists” that perpetuate the cardboard conversation ….and finally art has been dumbed down to a point that habitus is veil thin and seems the outcome is  irreversible…art pursuits no longer require expertise…longevity… experience…study…or really anything that other traditional pursuits do….what matters most is desire…and the ability to claim title….nothing more…

all of these elements are the result of what it once was…altered by a process of formation and growth..(evolution)…realize…formation/growth can also define a cancer….tumor…disease…etc…the art world…much as we’d all like to see it void of disease…is not….

galleries are dying on the vine these days…call it revolt in a silent sense…blame the economy…but the why is unimportant…it is the what can be done that matters…and so a few galleries close their doors….that’s part of the evolutionary process…what to do next….many gallery owners are changing their mode of operation…altering what they do and how they do it…adapting to the current conditions…in hopes better will return…just with a different face…

artists…have a greater ability now than any other time in history…sure…first it was explaining the ether on cave walls….then painting for the church….finally secular art took hold…and from that moment forward the pattern has been the same….not anymore….artists now have more possibilities…greater ability to show their work…and take charge of where it goes and what it does…who sees it…who doesn’t….etc…more artists are working in small collectives…have galleries within their studios that represent just their work…show their work in spaces that are transitory…and mobile….work with other artists who have the same ideas….not the traditional ideas….

maybe the new art movement might never take place….and was never designed to…and just maybe we’re past all of that….

“It is no use saying, ‘We are doing our best.’ You have got to succeed in doing what is necessary.” – Winston Churchill

496. February 21st… “I don’t want to be that guy mumbling into his drink at a bar.”…B. Murray

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“In Between Every Single One of the Lines” 2011

“Boris, how are we going to steal car from moose and squirrel?” – Natasha Fatale

…”that was followed by the days when the gardenias….pushed there fragrance through my windows…quiet in the dark before the sun…in a…silk glove sort of way…the thick fleshy petal….burned….black brown edges….by the end of the day…in that glass white bowl…I’d put them in“….

there is that great expanse between an idea…and a decision on an idea….an idea seems like swirling water…something that could change direction…where as a decision seems like it becomes attached..sort of stuck to whatever we are…becoming a part of us…and maybe a decision is liberation in some way…freedom from…

I walk every day…yet I don’t walk the same route each day…I always end up where I began…see all of the same things I see everyday…but from a different angle…sure there are only so many angles to see one thing from before a new level of creativity has to take over…I’ve noticed…the more I walk…the more my ideas become like moths at the porch light…while my thoughts about those ideas are much more lucid…an easier pathway …Friedrich Nietzsche said : “All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking.”…

“If anything is possible, what would you love your life to look like in 2 years?”…I was asked that question a few years ago at the beginning of the end of a long…seemingly eternal nightmare…my response was much different then than it is today…and for numerous reasons…I equate some of the difference to left in front of right thinking and doing…but like anything it has taken practice….and the practice of walking both literally and figuratively…self-propulsion…with some designated coordinates in mind…with a return plan…to some place close to the original…

I think this is what really it should look like…this pair of earrings I made yesterday from a discarded “Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers” underground comic book I found and some acrylic disc…

here are a few other pair of earrings I built over the weekend…these came from a piece of discarded sheet music I found by Georg Philipp Telemann…”Six Sonatas in Cannon Form”…for Two Recorders…

and of course some road maps…

when I was a child…I had two large gardenia bushes outside of my windows…I would sometimes sit up all night going from window to window…smelling the intoxicating fragrance from the flowers…I often would take a flower and put it in a bowl filled with water by my bed…

“Sometimes I am two people. Johnny is the nice one. Cash causes all the trouble. They fight.” – Johnny Cash

492. February 14th…It fills the gaps…..that’s what it does…

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Shadows” 2011

“The best blood will at some time get into a fool or a mosquito.” – Benito Mussolini

“Of all that is written, I love only what a person has written with his own blood.” – Friedrich Nietzsche

I like really serious people….but only for a few seconds…after that it’s excruciating…much like taking a trip with someone who drives 10 miles an hour under the speed limit to be “Safe”….you’re going to get there…but the price often is much higher than the bus or even walking….

Love…that miraculous sensation…that much like a New Years resolution…is celebrated in a much more…overt way today…than on any other day…and how odd is that…that we would announce to someone how much we love them…and maybe the announcement as well as the acceptance has a greater meaning…or is more concentrated…

I’ve been in love before…and it is a wonderful experience…something that can make the dark…bright…interrupt a life with great jolts of joy and pleasure…and to me…love is about “fit”…and how the fit feels…in every aspect of the word…how fingers interlace when holding hands…or how your lips mesh…and do you travel well…I think love like anything good…often has a tendency to be effortless…

sort like a river moving along…not a whole lot to see unless you’re interested in looking at a river…then all of the nuances…begin to emerge…different ways of seeing it all pass the same thing…

I suppose to a large degree…the chaotic…nature of love is what keeps us coming back for more…the predictablly unpredictable tight rope of amor…knowing well that a missed step might just get you into the arms of that someone….who happens to be walking by…with open arms…wide….just sort of wandering around with some half-baked plan….who knows….

my very first love was a girl named Mary Mayfield…I can still see her at my birthday party when I was 8…we had a wicked attraction…just had no clue it was there or anything about it…I was a very shy…dirt kicking…shuffle my feet…stare at the ground sort of kid…Mary and I went through parochial school together…and I’m quite confidant she had absolutely no clue of my deep undying love…it’s what you get for not doing or saying at least something…right???…

I think now…some 46 years later I’ve come to the conclusion…if you love someone tell them…what happens after that…..doesn’t really matter

so hopefully you can do something nice for your sweetheart tonight…and every night…forward…

Matilde, years or days
sleeping, feverish,
here or there,
gazing off,
twisting my spine,
bleeding true blood,
perhaps I awaken
or am lost, sleeping:
hospital beds, foreign windows,
white uniforms of the silent walkers,
the clumsiness of feet.

And then, these journeys
and my sea of renewal:
your head on the pillow,
your hands floating
in the light, in my light,
over my earth.

It was beautiful to live
when you lived!

The world is bluer and of the earth
at night, when I sleep
enormous, within your small hands

Pablo Neruda

 

 

 

 

 

 

490. February 10th…Only read this…if you really Love Someone…

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“The Writing on the Wall” 2011

“There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings.” – Friedrich Nietzsche

I have received a number of requests for jewelry for people’s sweethearts this Valentines day…I am surprised at the 4 choices that are leading the field…I’d like your opinion…Please take a look at the 4 winners and see which one you’d like to give to or get from your sweetheart:

A. Ruby Red Bowling Ball Earrings

B. Chop Stick earrings

C. Chinese Restaurant Plate Earrings

D. “Fordite” Auto Mobile Paint Pendant

Thanks for your opinion….

I’ve been a jewelry designer for close to 30 years…and in that time…my work has changed dramatically since I first started making jewelry…originally I worked in manufacturing…developing prototypes that went to sales reps who in turn showed them to the retailers..department stores and other manufacturers for inclusion into their giant stock of sales inventory…we did well…my worked ended up in major department stores in the US…Asia…and Europe…we were included in catalogs…women’s magazines…wardrobe for some major television shows…celebrities bought my work…it was all to say the least overwhelming if not a little overbearing…even now I run into people wearing a pair of my older earrings and I have to laugh…because I know the story behind them….

with some time…wisdom and a true desire to build jewelry that I enjoyed designing and making…I landed where I am today…I have a very different philosophy about building jewelry…I really like the combinations of raw and refined…melded together…that is what has drawn me so to reclaimed/recycled jewelry…I decided three years ago to buy  as little as possible of “New” material for jewelry as there is more than enough floating around out there that can be repurposed…and have another stab at the aesthetic….and more than anything…I’m enjoying the work and having fun making jewelry…

“Any man who can drive safely while kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.” – Albert Einstein

474. January 16th…We don’t need no stinking jewelry….

Art and my thoughts about being an artist

“Lions and Tigers and Fishnets…Oh My” 2011

“And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.” – Friedrich Nietzsche

I’ve been working on my line of jewelry for this spring and summer…and found a few things I’d like to explore…

jewelry is like tattoo…people who wear jewelry..do for a variety of reasons…and what I’ve found is often jewelry ties a person all together…they have certain pieces of jewelry that “make an outfit”…while at the same time they have other pieces of jewelry that are their everyday jewelry…much like socks and boxers..or a latte at Starbucks each morning…

being a jeweler…I don’t wear jewelry but occasionally…yet I do wear a silver bracelet I made..it has become a part of me…and I feel like I am missing something when I don’t have it on…sort of like the pocket we carry our keys in…or the rituals we practice…without calling them rituals…

to this day I am still excited about lighting the torch up and changing a flat piece of metal into something else…or cutting a small river rock in half and setting it in silver…and after almost 30 years of jewelry making…I’ve finally come to the conclusion…it’s not really about making the product as much as it is about…the process and ritual of making the product…

every jeweler has their method…has their bench set up in a way that works and usually only for them….certain tools are positioned by frequency of usage…and which hand a person predominantly uses…and the reasons a bench is the way a bench is…are as solid as concrete…I once considered the Revere Jewelry Institute in San Francisco…while I was living in the Bay Area…I took the tour..for prospective students….and found I was intimidated by all of the great new equipment…the high tech gadgets that made jewelry making a process of precision and ease…

I was trained by a Navajo woman who made almost every tool she had herself…doming tools were polished trailer hitch balls and a carved out space on a tree stump…with a piece of a discarded baseball glove to lessen the scratches on the metal….when doming…broken pliers were turned into tools for setting a stone securely in silver bezel…#16 nails were made into almost anything possible….they were cheap…abundant…and easy to work…I trained with her for about 6 years and in that time I learned to cut and polish stone better…make a variety of things from other things….but mostly she taught me what jewelry was not….

here are a sample of few pieces I just finished for Bright Rain Gallery here in Albuquerque:

 

 

 

 

Places on the Map” Earrings, Sterling Silver and Hand-stamped Copper

 

 

 

 

 

German Glass Doll Eye  Earrings, Sterling Silver and Hand-stamped Copper…the back is stamped with…”Eye Spy”…

Canton Style Ceramic Earrings in Sterling Silver and Hand-stamped Copper

 

 

 

 

 

Sushi Plate earrings, Sterling Silver and Hand-stamped Copper

enjoy your Sunday and especially Zenday….

John Ruskin said :

“A book worth reading is worth buying.”…

so is art…please support local artist and original art….

“You can play a shoestring if you’re sincere.” – John Coltrane



 

451. December 6th…Better than your own personal Jesus….Time Lines…what a wonderful stocking stuffer….and Oh so personalized…

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Leaf” 2010

“Graze on my lips, and if those hills are dry, Stray lower where the pleasant fountains lie” -William Shakespeare

so now…I have to eat all of the stuff I bought yesterday…at Costco…that was the very first thought on my mind this morning when I awakened…it wasn’t troubling…more like a goal of sorts…and since my mind seems to take things a little further than perhaps they should go…I saw myself sitting down and eating everything I bought in one sitting….then I envisioned the other side of that..seeing how long I could make all of it last…could I be eating some of this stuff…next summer….that thought in all honesty repulsed me and I had to wash my hands about 6 times…

I could tell when I woke up…today…had a certain feel to it….one I am all too familiar with…it is sort of like having an eternal ticket to an amusement park….I have a few alter egos…and not surprisingly all of them decided to appear all within the same frame of thought…so…it has been a busy morning to say the least…and when these things happen…it’s like I have a few roommates…but the nice thing is…we all get along just fine…usually let the other guy say what they have to say…and then go on about our business….these alter egos will reappear throughout the day….say a few arbitrary things…maybe want to change my pin number…or demand I stop thinking I’m some sort of a…dominoe stacker…illusion maker or cake walker…and fundementally I can get through it all easily…but it is the price I pay….

I think it would be interesting to do two things in my life…not just 2….but 2 things I’d really like to do…I’d like to sit in a stadium with all of my relatives….past…present and future…there is something about seeing the knuckle walker part of the family…with the thick brows…and the neandrethal…mind set…not to mention the faction of kilt clad Scotsmen….the pretentious French with the lace handkerchiefs….and all of those people wearing overalls from Texas and Mississippi…the ones with initials for names….it would sort of be a family reunion on a giant scale….and in a stadium setting…it could really get out of hand…the other thing would be a physical time line…sort of like the eras in history…except with my milestones on it…you know things like…first…burp or fart…what I was really saying when I couldn’t speak…the first lie I ever told…the places in time that shaped me into the person I am today….all of the things that turned the screws a little tighter or loosened them up just enough…the things that made me not like Brussel sprouts…or why I run away when I smell Vicks Vapo Rub…or what made me think the way I did about certain things….and then there would be a photograph of me next to the date…with whatever happened…you know…like…”Robert…tastes lifeboy soap for the first time…after firing off the F-bomb“….or what event made food touching…tantomount to having my fingernails pulled out with rusty pliers…or the first bathing suit I never should have worn…or my favorite….why did I think I could dress myself…that first day of high school September 16th…1970…and there would be a photograph of me in a form-fitting pinkish lavender maroon shirt…thin striped black and white  bell bottom pants large enough to cover a medium-sized dog…and a litter of 12…wearing a pair of zip up boots that looked like I was some high-ranking Pilgram…official…based on the size of the buckle….not to mention the giant bronze medallion around my neck that could have been used as an anchor…..and the scent of Brut cologne coming from my prepubescent face…or worse/best…my Holiday Dance Club Photo Badge…April 6th…1971…unknown person standing behind me…major milestone or not….but I do know the Holiday Dance Club could have easily turned me into a serial killer….so I’m hoping you get the picture…

I seem to have some extra time on my hands today…or at least it appears that way…so….perhaps I will start on the logistics of the rather arduous undertaking…and I have to say…with the help of my “Roommates” this really shouldn’t be that difficult….at least we have enough food…and imagination…I think to pull this off…they agree….

“In everything one thing is impossible: rationality.” Friedrich Nietzsche

 

418. September 23rd…2 ears….1 mouth….there’s a reason for this…I’m sure….

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Smells like a 1963 Vacation”

“Without anxiety and illness I should have been like a ship without a rudder.” – Edvard Munch

the “Visibility” of anything somehow makes it more real..unless it’s God…. a miracle….or some divine wind that guides us….outside of that if most people can’t see it….it probably is not there…..

but they can say they have loved…someone….yet never captured love in a net….or they have cried because a feeling compelled their heart to release and tears poured from their eyes….but they could never catch the emotion that was the culpret…..and it works as they want it to work….what becomes their real becomes everyone’s real…and what stays dark and hidden will never be seen unless they shine the light on it by accident…or they choose to reveal….who they really are…when the meat has been taken from the bone…..and the bare white bleached bones lie….waiting to tell another story…..

we all think we are….. project our essence forward…..and everybody gets it….they see it because we see it…..more often than not…what we project is nothing like what we are….our facade….is like some billboard along the highway….tempting those who believe…with more of what we want them to believe….because mice do roar…..and it takes big to be bad…..and we practice the Clint Eastwood eyes….to keep you away…yet draw you closer…..and if that doesn’t confuse the treasure hunters who follow our map…we say……”Yes”…when we really meant to say…”No”……. or…add numbers when there should be letters and words…….

maybe it’s the experience we see as the way that survival works….it worked for me…..when I was hanging upside down…..it should work for you…the same way…..oh of course…I forgot….you and I are not me…..and for it to work….for you I have to remove myself from the equation and let it just be yours….so maybe…..me won’t work for you…..excuse my arrogance….but I thought……

everyone can describe love in a few hundred words or less…..is older love more valid than new love…..is it any more…..true or legitimate….it is each person’s story…..yet further removed from another’s story describing the same feeling…..so why is it we don’t tell people how to love….we just let them……and let them do it the way that they have translated the feeling…..

but when you are not as “Right”…and maybe there is a small spiral in you….one that turns left when 99 percent of every other spiral….turns right……somehow…printed directions emerge…ways to solve your problem…because…I know…and I know…and I even know better…than I do….so listen to me…I have the answers….right here in this precisely folded piece of paper….folded 64 times…the size of a credit card…one you can carry in your top pocket….refer too and…they’re instructions…..written in English…Spanish….French…and Vietnamese….how to change that spiral to turn the other direction….now…aren’t you glad you did that….

maybe what we are…we are for a precise reason….and it might just be….that a small piece of what we are…is like a coal getting consumed in a fire…..that is what it is designed for…..made to do…..and the end result has transformed us into the most beautifully designed…accurate…version of what we could ever be…..yet to get there it took never looking at the repair manual…….or consulting the experts who were never experts to begin with….it made you…me…come to conclusions……that really let us see the colors for what they are……

and sure there was the best help…the help that made certain the spiral remained spinning  left…..because those that really helped….knew left was the right direction……to begin with…..

“Never Forget!- The higher we soar the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly.” – Friedrich Nietzsche