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”

I just gotta be me….no matter who it bothers…even if it’s Colonel Sanders

Writings from the "Cuff'

“A lot of learned men think people really are the food they’ve eaten.” – Colonel Sanders

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“Fixing the Sidewalk” ©2013, Robert Redus

I really do love religion….and not because I believe in it…but because of how it has convinced so many people that “Doing Right” is just a part of being religious and since we opted in at the top of the food chain and morality chain…by definition it gives us a right over just about anything we want to be in charge of….not to mention in the midst of a war…God is on “Our” side…not theirs…even though they think God is on “their” side… what are they thinking…

though if God is on both sides….doesn’t that seem like overusing the word “Check”….

for as “smart” as we are and for as much that has been used and implemented in the name of religion…regardless of the religion…we are not very forgiving…nor are we accepting…understanding…empathetic…compassionate…loving…caring…or anything that even remotely resembles the concept of…LOVE…which call me crazy…but I think religion is brewed in that ideology…sort of…

Some people believe that the earth and all of it’s creatures were given to us by God for our use…to do with what we want and to exploit it to the point of no return…which is where we sit today…this is one of the bumper stickers on my truck:

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I mean really…what if Jesus really does show up and is just nothing here but a smoldering heap of what used to be the planet….there’s nobody to save…this is surely a WTF moment….

Global warming…no global warming…GMO’s no GMO’s…God…Allah….A bucket of Original KFC….all of these are just the distractions…Bob Dylan said….not necessarily with regard to the actual weather….”You don’t need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows”…and in this case he’s correct..eat a tomato from Walmart….looks like a tomato….red…crunchy…tasteless…and less of a tomato than a tomato should really be….the food we eat is not what it really is described as….the west coast has been polluted by the Fukashima disaster…and it ain’t going away…Cattle are the new canary in the mine….so to speak….take a gander …..if it looks scary….it’s because it is….and Point of No Return…. means just that…adios…hasta la vista….bien camino….

really….take a deep breath of the air around where you live…have a few glasses of water direct from the tap….maybe some fast food…get a blood panel….cheat on your spouse a little more….squeeze as much money as you can from everything you touch…buy more shit…lie more about who you are not what you do to prove who you really are….pretend help is a few cans in a bag at Thanksgiving….keep thinking…”Get a job” to the guy on the corner asking for money….and realize you…me…all of us have played a huge part in making the landscape….look like this….really…just take a look at which way the wind blows…the smoke from the tower….should tell you something…

Our blue recycled container arrived today….I’m quivering with anticipation….and loathing that I am going to fill it up with useless packaging that was designed so I’d buy the product…via visual appeal…and it doesn’t really have to be that way…so my goal is not to fill it…which means I have to continually buy products that don’t rely on how they want me to see it….

We are in a bit of a fix….I like the bumper sticker I’ve seen on a few cars… “Jesus Saves”….well now more than ever is the time for a little bit more than a little bit of saving to happen…

Clearly if people will just open their eyes…get rid of the need to be right bullshit… the sanctimonious attitude….and the idea that someday things are going to be fine….because it said so somewhere….here is the truth…..Colonel Sanders just might be one of the living dead…

so pray hard my little pretties…and hope you are here for the show down…and if not…have coke and a smile….

“I once wanted to become an atheist, but I gave up – they have no holidays.” Henny Youngman

7.1.13…The lasting effects and knowledge of June….2013

First Day of the Month, Last Day of the Month

cause I dont worry

“Cause I Don’t Worry” ©2013, Robert Redus

“I’m not out to convince anybody of anything.”

I’ve not revisited the “First of the Month”…honestly in a few months maybe even….well…over a year…in order for the first of the month to have some value…there must be a connection to the end of the previous month…don’t ask me why…but it just seems a sort of…”foot bone’s connected to the ankle bone”…sort of progression… I have to say in all honesty…I prefer writing about what I learned in the month just finished rather than…what I think I’m going to learn in the month…ahead…seems so cryptic…

well here is the…where I’ve been…in other words the gripping thoughts and the skinny for June 2013…the month that has led me to this morning of writing about…my expectations if you will…for July…

10 Things I learned in June:

  1. There are a lot of people who buy a lot of pretty pointless…stuff…
  2. Bee stings are much different from what I expected…
  3. There is always something that has to happen before that something that really matters happens…
  4. I’m completely and utterly done with thinking that #3 is true and has to occur…
  5. Writing is much more liberating than I remember…
  6. Israeli food is the same as Middle Eastern food..so I understand the conflict even less…
  7. At art shows…people generally ask the same…4 questions…and tell me the same…3 storie… about themselves…
  8. Success for me is finding someone who is equally as excited about selling my stuff as I am excited about making it…
  9. At 56 I don’t need/want excuses…
  10. Sometimes it is just easier to nod than to say anything….maybe utter a couple of “hmm’s” …but remain for the most part…quiet

So there you have it…June in a nutshell!

July is going to have to wait….I have 30 more days to see what transpires…

see you then…

“If you start by promising what you don’t even have yet, you’ll lose your desire  to work towards getting it.”

It “Ain’t” always “Small” that makes a town small….

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“With the possible exception of the equator, everything begins somewhere.”

I’ve discovered I’m enjoying small town living…I’m already waving at people on my evening walk and know Earl from Dave…I even gave directions this afternoon…leaning into the car…saying things like… ” follow the road down there, stay right and turn at your first right…go 7 miles”….and I do it like I really know what I am talking about….but that’s not the reason…

I like the small town feel mostly for…what you want is not always there to get…and that works really well for me…

I needed coat hangers today….after the A and B decision were made….trajectory mattered…

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now in a city you drive over to the “Dollar Store”…..strap on the hand sanitizer holster while wading through a sea of diapers littering the parking lot…scrape the gum you just stepped in….off your shoe…on the curb….try and read the graffitti…scrawled on the sidewalk…have a little stare down with the small child….seated in the shopping cart…who clearly has an upper respiratory tract infection…and no one in the family is willing to put tissue to nose…wait in line behind someone who is counting out 89 cents in pennies and a few nickles….and then realizes they have a coupon to use…and finally pay for….the 10 for a buck coat hangers and are immediately accosted by the guy standing outside that is either really trying to grow dreads or is really not trying to….but yet he is….who is standing in the parking lot holding a large empty pickle jar….and he really wants to ask a question…or make a statement…or….maybe just talk….

Not here…that’s right…correct…not here….they just don’t have the coat hangers in stock and they won’t for maybe a few weeks….and I take a deep sigh of relief…look around…in a slightly upward direction….as if I’m going to point to the heavens in a “#1” gesture and mouth something sacred….but instead….I shake the clerk’s hand who just told me the coat hanger news and say… “God…I can’t thank you enough…you think it might be 2…maybe three weeks before you get some?” …”Yes sir” he responds….and I think what could be better…

better than this…BP still at 120/40….plaques resting quietly far…far away….

Oh there’s graffiti here…even crime…and maybe even a few people who had misdemeanor arrests in the 1970’s…

but the pace is like living  in a really small house…where 5 books takes up a wall…and more is always more…while less fills the place like helium….I discovered today…coat hangers are really cool…..when they were wire I had a lot of fun with them…and they were even cooler….

but today….I’ll mark my calendar for three weeks from today…and write…. “Pick Up Coat hangers at Hardware”……by then I might really need something else…..who knows

“All that a city will ever allow you is an angle on it,  an oblique, indirect sample of what it contains, or what passes through it; a  point of view.”

January 24, 2013, Please don’t repeat yourself, Please don’t repeat yourself, Please don’t repeat yourself…

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

wandering

“Wandering” ©2011, Robert Redus

“I have not failed, I have just found 10,000 ways that don’t work.” – Albert Einstein

Today is really no different from any other day…but more different from any other day I will experience…as much as I love the riddle of living…I also like getting to the point…saying what need be said…getting it out there and over with…being able to say ….”NEXT”…closing one..opening another….scanning the fine print…seeing where it all goes….and hopefully not revisiting the same folder…

The ability to repeat one’s self…redo the process…is much like bulimia….Bulimia is an illness…typically defined by binge eating and purging…the old….in and out so to speak…when we repeat one of our processes….we take in what we clearly know to be something we think we know a great deal about….we then realize at some point (HOPEFULLY)…that there was a reason we opted out of this process and that reason was a good enough one to swear on a stack of bibles…needles in the eye…pinky swear…and  on dear old mom’s grave…to never repeat again….but we never see that until we are often right in the middle of saying…. “How the fuck did I get here…again”…and it may very well be the 5th time we’ve had this conversation….

Now it’s not stupidity….mind you that causes this….it’s this idea that doing the same thing over again with a slightly different approach is going to make all of the difference…(It’s maybe what you were forgetting the last time out)…it is also seeing what was and thinking what was is so much better than what can be….you know….the anticipation of death is far worse than death itself….but anyway…combine…“That back there is much better than this up here and what can be”….. with… “I just forgot to add the baking soda, and really, seriously…it would have been perfect”….sort of thinking…and you have the makings for the ideal bulimic life in every way…less the eating disorder…

My father was notorious for saying the last place he lived was the best place he lived…he could conjure up all of the great things about the place…shout all of the things that made it ideal…the perfect place…utopia…nirvana….heaven on earth….yet whisper the faults…his complaints…the people he couldn’t stand…everything about the place that aided in his decision of which moving company to call…..Mayflower or Bekins….and why you ask…simple:

HE CHOSE TO FORGET ABOUT ALL OF THE STUFF THAT DID NOT MAKE IT:

  • ideal
  • the perfect place
  • utopia
  • nirvana
  • heaven on earth

AND FOCUS ON THE STUFF THAT MADE IT:

  • ideal
  • the perfect place
  • utopia
  • nirvana
  • heaven on earth

And the flaw?????….clearly the flaw is as obvious as the problem….

We often think

  1. I didn’t give it, him, her, them, us, there, those,  a chance
  2. I really didn’t apply myself as much as I could have with it, him, her, them, us, there, those
  3. There is opportunity with it, him, her, them, us, there, those,  I just overlooked it
  4. I’m going to really make it different with me, it, him, her, them, us, there, those
  5. I will ________and__________and_______and_______and______to make it work…this time
  6. I just didn’t try with it, him, her, them, us, there, those
  7. I know how good it, him, her, them, us, there, those,…is/are

“There” might be geography…place…living….relationship….love…job….blah blah blah….well here is my bit of advice and my personal mantra these days:

“If I am not doing what I want to be doing where I am, I will not do it where I am going”

every time/anytime  I say out loud…because I do talk out loud a great deal to myself:

“when I get _______. I am going to open up a trout ranch”…I then ask myself, (again out loud)…. “Are you actively pursuing your ‘Trout Ranch’ right here and now?”….and it’s pretty simple…if the answer is “Yes, as a matter of fact I am and in a big way”obviously trout ranching is a big part of my life and it’s something I will continue to pursue with fervor….yet if I answer, “No, I’m not really involved in ‘Trout Ranching’ just yet.”…that in-turn…leads to another question…which is….“Are you blowing smoke out of your ass or is ‘Trout Ranching” really important?” If YES to the smoke from my ass question, I won’t do it anyway and it is a distraction…I spit say a few made up incantations….and it is gone…no more smoke…while if YES it is important…time for the old BEN FRANKLIN ‘T’….basically dividing a piece of paper in half…..write  Pros to Trout Farming in 1 column and the Cons to Trout Farming in the other…over a couple of days write the pros and cons down….a few weighting decisions and by weeks end…I have an answer….I will or will not be a trout farmer… taadaa……

so live how you want…repeat as often as you want….but…..each time you cry  for what you’ve already cried over…before…it seems kind of like a waste of good tears…cry over something new…big…enormous…monumental….something that could really affect you in a big way…just as long as it doesn’t have “Felony” attached to it….

“History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living.”

590. January 25, 2012….The real problem with…

Writings from the "Cuff'

"High Wires" ©Robert Redus,2012

“Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.” – Oscar Wilde

Charles Osgood said, “There is no exception to the rule, that everyone wants to be an exception to the rule“…he is as right as it gets…each of us comes to the table with these great ideas…at some point or another…and really  more often than we realize…these great ideas…if we’d just think about them for a few days  before we burp them out like a thanksgiving belch…we’d hide ourselves in shame thinking that…”That” idea had any merit…and was doable…unless of course it’s doable… because we are who we are and we’re doing it….or not…

we either know everything or nothing…we have either done everything or done nothing…we are certain we’re going to do it but do it when the time is right….we either speak a bunch of languages or can’t talk to the drive up window microphone in complete sentences…we often profess when we should confess…our fragile delicate ego does not allow us to be anything but mostly right….and mostly all of the time….we can open businesses because we like what the business is about…and somehow think that the connection to liking the business somehow opens the portal to understanding P&L statements…financial forecasting…taxes and developing a good sound…workable business plan…oh and we have $63.00 in savings…when we still struggle with “Does business have a, ‘z’ in it somewhere?

we try to fill the soft spots with softer stuff…thinking it will work…

it all boils down to a simple question…to ask yourself

“AM I EXCITED EVERYDAY ABOUT WHAT I DO?”

if the answer was hesitant…or had a question mark at the end of it…was “Most of the time“…or “I have to think about this“…reread chapter 1 of your life…and  Hell Yeah

I have always believed that once I had all of the tools…both literally and figuartivly…and I knew clearly…WHAT I WANTED …(not to be confused with what I don’t want…as knowing what I don’t want does not mean I know what I want)…then I could accomplish anything…anywhere…anytime…

Here are the lists I made to get here today:

  1. “THINGS I REALLY WANT AND REALLY WANT TO BE  DOING”
  2. Decide what’s real…and unreal…My unreal… was going back to the university for an MFA to be a teacher at a university at 55 years old…I crossed that right off of the list….
  3. The Real Tools, (tangible)  I need…ex. laptop, video camera, Westfalia Camper Van…etc….
  4. The Real Tools I have…
  5. The Ether Tools, (smarts and skills) I need…ex. education,  business skills  , etc….
  6. The Ether Tools I have…
  7. Build the tool box..start the project(s)….and make sure  I start the projects long before I have the tools so I can keep adding the “Right” tools

there is something about working hard on an idea or project even if you have only part of the tools…as what we need usually arrives when we need it… “The harder/smarter we work…the luckier we become

Most of us…who are trying hard to be right or fill in the soft spots with softer stuff…are also probably working in the… “THE WHAT YOU ARE WILLING DO”… position rather than from the  “I CAN DO ANYTHING…ANYWHERE….ANYTIME”… place….

and spending far to much time on making certain every “i” is dotted and “t” crossed…might indicate an enormous suggestion….but bottom line… if it’s not “HELL YEAH“….well…..nothing else really matters….

“I’m not wise, but the beginning of wisdom is there; it’s like relaxing into – and an acceptance of – things.” – Tina Turner

588. January 22, 2012…Visibility… a few miles…maybe a few feet…

Writings from the "Cuff'

"When I Thought I was Lou Reed" ©2012, Robert Redus

“Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head.” – Chuck Palahniuk

I’ve not been reading that much lately…really not at all to speak of and I think it is because my magic carpet has been temporarily grounded…in for a few minor repairs…and small adjustments…and very soon..I will again be airborne….

the obvious is often not there in the lens…not because it is not…really there…it’s just not visible…you know sort of returning to dot…i’s and cross t’s…as what really is important is the penmanship…the grammatical construction and the punctuation…rather than the true gristle and meat of the sentence…paragraph…words…it becomes filling a void…only because a void is there…and because it’s a void…it clearly needs filling…

I knew a kid that had a scar across his left eyebrow from his brother’s inaccurate golf club swing…or rather….he was standing to close to the recoil…but either way it was a clear path of eybrowless…rippled patch…bisecting his eyebrow…it was brilliant…a real ice breaker and conversation piece…something he would have for a lifetime…I always talked to the white hairless patch of skin…which I’m sure most everybody did…there were a few dots from the stitches themselves…a raised rather larvae looking scar…with small little rib like discolored skin going across that…I’m certain under a magnifying glass it was a completely other world down there…the impact of the wood…fattened his brow a bit so it appeared his eye was considerably smaller than the other eye…many years later it looked like the golf swing event had happened just a few days before…I never could figure out why years later it looked just as bad as the day the stitches were removed…he seemed to have held on to the scar…was all I could think…

I awakened the other morning to these words… “wash your face“…where they came from…what they meant or what I was supposed to do with them was a mystery to me…at first I thought someone was in my room…talking to me…I then thought maybe it was divine intervention…a message from the afterworld…..or perhaps the cat coughing up a hair ball…I’ve washed my face  a few times since then…nothing miraculous occurred each time…then I got it….

I lived in a small beach community in Northern California…the entry to my house was a  glass sliding door covered by a wooden carport….each morning I would fill a large bowl with water…set it on the porch rail…I’d walk past the entrance to the carport look to my left and there was the Pacific ocean a few hundred yards away….straight in front of me was a long abandoned military installation…just the concrete foundations remained…they were over grown with a myriad of colored flowers…I’d pick a few flowers and return to the carport….where I would set the flowers down…and wash my face in the cold water from the bowl…I’d then float the flowers in the water…sit for a few moments and take every bit of it in….it always worked….

as a child….I always wanted stitches….

“Hold me in your arms, lava lamp! Let me seek magma comfort and peace in the warmth of your kryptonite embrace.” – Isabel Yosito

571. October 20….The answer is not…”I don’t know”….

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

"The Visitation" ©2011 Robert Redus

“When small men attempt great enterprises, they always end by reducing them to the level of their mediocrity.” – Napoleon Bonaparte

I believe I have finally gotten it…there has always been some place that I have held onto my subversive attitude…and held it in check….and I think that subversion has been a slow boiling process….much like boiling a frog gradually in water…before you know it…it’s edible and has transformed into something other than a frog…but still a frog…yet tasty…

There are some people who are designed to be thorns and others who are not…the thorns I think are generally that way as a result of what was and no longer is…there is a track record that need be established so no longer can the pimple faced kid with the buck teeth and greasy hair be pushed around by anybody…not nooooooobody …even though the complexion has cleared the veneers are in place and modern technology…phosphates and a few well placed salts have eliminated the greasy hair problem…yet stature can never be changed…even if you are not small in size you can still remain a speck on the ass of that boiling frog….

It turns into do what we want…but really like Oz…most of the time it is from behind the curtain…gasps of smoke…green blinking lights…a host pyrotechnics that do the convincing…or frightening…and it all remains so seemingly real and accurate until the back of the hospital gown keeps letting the cold draft in or the rapid thoughts of “hmmm…what next”…as you are exiting the vehicle through the windshield at approx. 74 mph….and then just maybe…it’s “wait a minute” …time…out comes the paper and pen…checklist of important places…people events…and things to check…off…or continue the deception…for another few years…stay behind the drape….

there appears only one viable question to answer….

What are you waiting for?….

I ask myself that everyday…and since the daily interrogation…the “What” has certainly emerged…yet the discovery of how the collision takes place is really the much more interesting part of “What”…because without the discovery…the collision can not take place…it just doesn’t exist…it is very much a one sided equation….a butterfly net waiting for butterflies …can’t walk around the planet like that for too long…well…yes you can…

Dorthea Lange said:

”Pick a theme and work it to exhaustion… the subject must be something you truly love or truly hate.”

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

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