Garden Time

Wanted to offer a thought or two about being ale to work in a garden on a lovely day. Gratitude is the first thought. There is something so real and wholesome about growing food. Something that connects me back to being a human life being n this planet. It also highlights the incredible pattern and harmonies of life. I weeded a lot today, whatever that means. I kept most of the dandelions in the ground though. Weed is such a…

Saturday

I like Saturdays most weeks. There is something usually celebratory about that day. In my area, we have a Saturday market that takes place most of the year. It is a great place to support the work of local artisans and craft people. There is also a drum circle. After doing some market research, pun intended, for my own purposes, I spent the rest of my short visit there today. It was not at its full flow yet. The circle…

Imagination Box

I have been listening to SpongeBob SquarePants tonight while drawing and have been getting a kick out of it. Right now the imagination episode is on. It’s good and silly, but there is a good lesson in this one. Imagination can take a box and turn it into new reality, a new world. There is something to that idea. I can remember being a kid and really enjoying a big box, often more than expensive toys. And there is a…

The Pen

Before I turn in for the night, I want to to sing the praises of drawing with a pen, in this case, a ball point pen. I just started a large pen drawing tonight and it is coming along well. It has been a while since I have done an all pen large scale, in this case 30 x 30 inch, drawing and I admit it feels good after so much work with color pencil. It is a different kind…

Gratitude

I am grateful for Art. Grateful to serve it, to search it, and to share it. Grateful to see color and form before description and function. To feel the static energy composed of every imaginable color in the air I breathe. To connect to creation. I am grateful to have opportunities to create. Grateful to receive even the slightest bit of interest. Grateful to teach and grateful to learn. To grow and to find, to explore and to expand. I…

Art is Spirit

A few sentences on a topic that will be continuously revisited, for the creation of Art and the Artful life are embedded in the human spirit and our collective soul. People have had Art since consciousness germinated and the two have always, seemingly, connected together. We are arguably more open to spiritual connection with Art in the picture. No pun intended. Art and religion, an attempt to create systems of connecting to the spirit, go hand and hand. From the…

Art’s not History

I was looking for a fun thing to have on in the background while working on a drawing and stumbled upon a relatively new Japanese manga type serial. While it might not be what I seek, I paused it to write something here and saw the screen. On the screen was a cartoon rendition of Klimt’s famous painting of Hamlet and Ophelia, some have referred to it simply as the Kiss. His time in history is not that far removed…

A thought on Digital Art

While there are volumes that can be added to the discussion of what Art is, and what it means in the digital age, I hope in a few sentences here to present a viewpoint that does not invalidate digital Art, or physical Art, but highlight an irrefutable difference in the natures of their existence, and to propose we acknowledge the the implications of this difference as we move forward to evolve Art. It is perhaps the most obvious difference between…

Artful Leaders

A few moments ago I was listening to YouTube and a news ad came on that was on the conservative side of the spectrum. It lead me to think about our leaders and the defenses that people on all sides of the spectrum have for their actions. I have little interest in the politics of division and the conformity to current socio-economic perspectives and feel even more galvanized in the Artful life as the world desperately struggles to reinvigorate its…

The Artist and the Ant

I am writing my first blog as a tiny black ant does gymnastics on my arm hair. I am exhilarated by the electricity of its movements, the surging life energy that tickles through my whole body. What an incredible amount of energy, of physics, from such a tiny being interacting with a much larger being. I feel the ant all the way through, and rather than kill it I wish to honor it, to relish its life force and this…