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…

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 “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

438. November 16th…Multi-Dimensional thinking…maybe….

Thoughts from the "Tinman"

“Someday, Looking West” 2010

“Men become civilized, not in proportion to their willingness to believe, but in proportion to their readiness to doubt.” – Ambrose Bierce

I heard Kinky Friedman for the first time in the early 1970’s…he was the lead for a band named…Kinky Friedman and the Texas Jew Boys….they were an elaborate band of very Jewish cowboys…that took the western wear ensemble far over the top…sheep skin chaps…loud checkered shirts….enormous 1920’s cowboy hats and boots that were so colorful they were blinding…my all time two favorite songs by the band were…”They’re not making Jews like Jesus anymore”…and….”The Ballad of Charles Joseph Whitman”….both songs that seemed to say a great deal about a great deal….Kinky Friedman had a run for governor of Texas…yet his history probably had something to do with his failure at that attempt….after all….he isn’t Ronald Reagan or the Governator….and Texas isn’t California…

I guess there are a lot of things that are not a lot of things and how that affects the possibilities of each of those things….seems pretty amazing to me…so I began thinking of fate and destiny…and the predetermination of life…then I thought of complete self direction…total disregard to any beacon of familiarity or conformity….then the blend of both….perhaps taking what is best from both worlds to find some of the answers…to make it all seem cohesive and workable…then I asked…”can I do that?”….I mean are the philosophical police going to be kicking down my door in some….multiple manner just to show the diversity of belief….to sit me under the light and question my rationale and the…”Why” I am not conforming  exclusively to the rule books of Existentialism…Fatalism…Humanism….and the like….is there a bylaw I perhaps missed or read over….and if indeed there is….what happens next….am I kicked out of the Existentialist talk group on Saturday…at whatever time I decide to show…up…

it really got me thinking….why can’t anyone blend anything they want to make it work for them….make up your own story that lets you sleep safely at night…and walk everyday with happiness and joy in your life knowing you’ve decided that God… Shiva…Betty Davis and Pedi the dog from the Little Rascals…are ruling the world…and Karma is strongest on Thursdays…and there is no Karma on every third Saturday….and that your heaven does exists…and it’s an all you can eat buffet where you never get full…and the desert bar is bigger than a K-Mart….and there is a hell….and it’s a roommate that moves in for a little while until you get it back on track…and start telling yourself the truth….and then they leave….for someone elses house…(that just might be that guys heaven…is to travel)…and so you’ve decide your dogma and doctrine for the month is this scenario…and maybe next moth you want to include pizza…and topless dancers….well you can do that…and the only rule is you have to write down the new rules…scratch out the old ones…and maybe throw some dirt in 4 directions….eat a few cocktail olives…say hello to 6 people you’ve never met…think about adopting a pet from the local humane shelter….and nail a small nail into a piece of wood…and when you wake up the next day…..that new stuff….is real….

and you can change it anytime you want…

“No simplicity of mind, no obscurity of station, can escape the universal duty of questioning all that we believe.” William Kingdon Clifford