I found this little kitten today on my way home from walking my dogs. He was in the road and I got out of my car and picked him up. I took him to the local SPCA so that he can get medical attention, I wish I could have kept him. I did have a full house today, now I have a slight reprieve and off again in a bit to another party. Oh wait, no one gives a damn. I am afraid my blog experiment has failed- or has it... I wanted to study the degree of anonymity within blogging. If I told no one I knew of this blog, would it get found and read? Do people see it, or is it a true dead space? A page lost among millions of pages, where you can reveal everything and in a sense nothing. Art without an audience. So I could tell you everything and it would be a catalyst for only more emptiness. Bah Humbug... off to put a pretty face on it, smiles and all I want is to curl up on the couch with that little lost cat and give him some comfort. No, the reality is that he is sitting in a metal cage sick and surrounded by other cats in some dark room.

Have a good holiday anyway...

For a good laugh about the upcoming holiday, check out Crumpet the Christmas Elf reprise at:


http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=6663382

A hilarious story by David Sedaris.

A question of myth

The big debate among some 3rd grade students, was how Santa Claus could possibly visit so many houses. The general gist of this conversation was that a single person would be unable to accomplish such a task. It was suggested that Santa was magic and therefore able to move faster then the speed of light. This magic also obviously would apply to the reindeer as well. Another student believed that Santa had clones, which would allow for his different but similar look in different countries. One student commented that Santa had once lived in the South Pole but his dwelling had been discovered and he was forced to move to North Pole.

See what fun 20 sugared up 9 year olds can prove to be?

Maybe it was an abstract idea that you've got to find a symbol for, or maybe it was a concrete form that you have to simplify or distort to meet your ends, but that starting point must pervade to whole. Then you must discover the pervading direction, the pervading rhythm, the dominant, recurring forms, the dominant color, but always the thing must be top in your thoughts. Everything must lead up to it, clothe it, feed it, balance it, tenderly fold it, till it reveals itself in all the beauty of its idea.

-Emily Carr

((sigh...:-))

Art appears in many forms. To some degree every human being is an artist, dependent on the quality of his growth. Art need not be intended. It comes inevitably as the tree from the root, the branch from the trunk, the blossom from the twig. None of these forget the present in looking backward or forward. They are occupied wholly with the fulfillment of their own existence. The branch does not boast of the relation it bears to its great ancestor the trunk, and does not claim attention to itself for this honor, nor does it call your attention to the magnificent red apple it is about to bear. Because it is engaged in the full play of its own existence, because it is full in its own growth, its fruit is inevitable.

-Robert Henri The Art Spirit

"The materia prima is exquisitely, brilliantly beautiful to the person who can understand it for what it is. In the midst of its rotting pile, it shines at the "true philosopher" with secret light. The idea that everything begins in squalor and refuse is an old one. Yeats said ..."in the foul rag-and-bone shop of the heart." ...Visual art is the same, and that is one of its strengths. Artists cannot begin antiseptic abstraction, like philosophers with their notepads, or theoretical physicists at their blackboards. They have to begin in media res...so it is the artist's task to discern somehow what is worth saving, and what can be transformed, and finally to crawl out of the morass."

--What Painting Is James Elkins

Made the scene
Week to week
Day to day
Hour to hour
The gate is straight
Deep and wide
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

-The Doors

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

-Marianne Williamson

I am slowly entering the world of the living again. The Dr. visit helped; he described that there could be a fix for my issues (I am sparing you the details here). That and sleeping for many, many hours. The cat feels better as well. She was up running around and begging for food. I did miss work again today and now I am just laying on the couch pondering all of the work I should be doing. Watching stupid movies. There is hope people, that I will be better soon and able to resume my life on its reckless course.

I have not left my bed for any extent of time today. The cat and I are ill, she curls herself next to my stomach. The heat of her body soothes my pain a bit and we lay in a wasted day. My head is throbbing and my eyes feel like they are going to roll out onto the bed. This early morning I considered the hospital but that would take an effort I just do not have. I am not sure if I will get to work tomorrow. So now I will lay back into my feverish dreams and hope I find my next painting in them. This has taken all of my strength to write, if I close my eyes for a while I can escape...

for some senseless humor check out:

www.theonion.com

And we'll dance through our isolation
Seeking solace in the wisdom we bestow
Turning thoughts to the here and ever after
Consuming fears in our fiery halos

Say what you mean
Mean what you say
I've heard that innocence
Has led us all astray

But don't let them make you and break you
The world is filled with their broken empty Dreams
Silence is their only virtue
Locked away inside their silent screams

But for now
Let us dance away
This starry night
Filled with the glow of fiery stars
And with the dawn
Our sun will rise
Bringing a symphony of bird cries

Don't bring me down now
Let me stay here for awhile
You know life's too short
Let me bathe here in your smile


-Dead Can Dance