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25 Oct

Why do art?  I look at this piece and something draws me in.  Is it the color, the lines, the visual composition?  But seriously why do we do this?  Is it because the creative impulse simply cannot be restrained.  Is it the outflow of our psychological lives manifesting our innermost thoughts & feelings into an objective, quantifiable reality?  These questions pervade my mind as I submit this piece tonight.

Art & Acceptance

11 Sep

So I have been exploring painting lately.  I have in a fairly short period of time produced a number of pieces of art primarily via watercolor paints on cold pressed watercolor paper.  I haven’t painted since 6th grade (and I’m almost 40), but there has always been an artist in me.  I allowed life and vocation and other circumstances keep that side of me from emerging and being expressed.  I can’t do that anymore, I am an artist and writer at heart.  The more I paint the more I learn to accept the imperfect.  Many of my pieces have imperfect lines and the way the color disburses on the paper is beyond my control.  I have always felt this pressure to be perfect, to be what other people want.  Art allows me to embrace my imperfections and it is such a freeing experience.  Art is a practice that is helping me to learn acceptance.  It has become such a gift in my life, one I intend to embrace and explore for the rest of it.

Settle in & Stay

14 Aug

Settle in dear and stay awhile. Looking for the one who would love you, the one who would care, the one who would treat you the way you always dared not believe you deserved. Don’t let the dread convince you it isn’t real and can’t last. Waiting for the other shoe to drop, expecting love to leave. You wonder if the feelings go both ways and I can see why. But put those thoughts to rest. You and I both know its good; hard to believe how good sometimes. So settle in and stay awhile.

Secret

9 Aug

I was thinking about secrets this morning.  A secret is a sliver of deception lodged in one’s soul.  Its harm goes largely undetected until all one’s attempts to protect it are exhausted.  Our secrets force us into the light eventually.  These discordant pockets of untruth gnaw away at our very essence.

My secrets and my reality converged a few years ago and I watched my entire universe come crashing down in a matter of seconds.  I got honest in a hurry and refuse to wander from the searing edge of honesty’s sword.  It is my safe place, but will it be your’s?

Bean Bag

29 Jul

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What we perceive sets the stage for how we interpret information.  The title of this post describes something that evokes an image that the picture betrays.  When we come at life wanting to take everything at face value the nuances of meaning escape us.  The picture in this post is exactly what the title describes but it is not at all what we would perceive based on experience and preconceptions.

This necessarily challenges us to explore the nature of truth.  If a bean bag is a bag filled with white beans sewn together to be tossed during backyard recreation then is it possible it might also be a bag containing coffee beans like the picture and so on?  Our perceptions can cause us to jump to conclusions that aren’t necessarily true in every instance.

The picture above does display my favorite kind of “bean bag” by the by.

Tangible

27 Jul

I’ve been working at a coffee shop all day.  In addition to it being a parade of interesting people and conversations its just a place I like to be.  I like the tangibility of it.  Holding the heavy coffee cup in hand, warm to the touch; savoring every sip of the tasty coffee.  Again, the happy endorphins invade everyday life.

I find that my mind and focus are engaged at a higher level while working in a coffee shop too.  Perhaps the ambient noises and distractions force one to focus above the din.  Perhaps its the vibrancy of being around other people and just experiencing life as it happens.  Perhaps I get lonely working in quiet spaces.

I got a lot done today and it feels good.  I’m contemplating a frozen margarita and some yummy Mexican food as a treat.  I’m going to say yes to me today.  And that feels good too.

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