The Best Course, Meander

Meander

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My best course of life has been to meander when my opportunity is open. Straight lines make efficiency. Parallel lines never meet. A meander is like a quilt. I stitch my trail one alley, one street, one dumpster at a time.

I like a double-back-on-itself lolling course be it a walk in the woods or gallery crawl. I was known as the “kid who meanders” rolling along unhurried on the big red shiny Raleigh bicycle. If anyone in town wanted to know what was happening on the “side streets” and down the “alleys” they could get the low-down directly from the horse’s mouth. I usually charged a nickle for the advice. Services rendered.

Up street, down avenue, over alley. Turn, turn, turn, repeat. Stop by the park. Get some funky frozen yogurt. Visit front porch neighbors holding forth from rocking chairs and vintage citizen philosophers solving all problems, their AM-radio on “the ballgame”, freshly painted yard furniture. Shade tree Stoics. Solidly civic and full of pronouncements for young people who would listen and I listened. In bright sun and in haze I rode. Taking my time.  “Be home before the street lights shine,” meaning dusk not when a thunderstorm broke.

In good weather I meandered. When it rained I jumped in puddles. The best course is really the one when you make your opportunities.

Little did I know at the time I was preparing to be amazed, practicing discovery, pushing back the edges of the unknown. Embrace the unknown.

 

 

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Noise is Messy

via Daily Prompt: Messy

Noise is a fact of the world, at least living in a decibel messy society. Massive roads lead to efficient traffic jams. Airports in turn attract buzzing private aircraft and multi-engined monsters. We strow noise like there is no tomorrow.

Working places have always had noise hazards. Personal protective gear are required to armor frail humans. Only so much noise can we tolerate before the delicate body parts fail, so use the hearing protection.

My friends like their music extremely loud. I think this is because they blew out their hearing years ago so up-the-volume simply to hear more than the bass.

It is a messy world full of  sonic distractions. It is difficult to wade through the clutter of inputs. At times my efforts to focus my attention fail me.

When I do not want attention to the world, when I need sleep, I turn on a fan. It is a controllable sound that more or less controls the frequencies that make one of my environmental hazards.

I do not think there is a cultural imperative to clean up the messy noises that have been accepted and perhaps forgotten for so long. I mean the daily burrs and whirs and all those chimes and ringtones. Whilst walking with a neighbor a bird sang. He checked the cellphone. It was a bird song, not a text. I agree, the bird made a very convincing ring tone.

Some resorts and travel destinations sell the absence of noise to their clients. It is called peace and quiet. A location at least somewhat less messy with noise.

So I jump in my vehicle, become part of traffic, and again jump a jumbo jet to seek what I cannot find at home.

Destination: quietude. At a cost.

Everyday Art

If I want my Art to become more refined, more pleasing, more interesting I must coax a little pencil or paint brush into action.

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Ink on card stock. Prompt was “Fast”.

Art and action are inseparable.

I was reminded of a pretty much universal objection to hitting the sketch book: “But I get tired of doing the same thing all the time.”

Well, then don’t. You’re not being forced into Art are you?

If I get bored I can

  • switch from pencils and brushes to pens
  • charcoal and newsprint
  • draw with your “weak” hand
  • try some new ways to lay down lines

just get going and make it like play.

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Ink on card stock + color pencil. The prompt was “Lost”.

Make a prompt list and stick with it all during the month.

Just keep going and you will be glad to see your progress. Punch through that boredom with switching out media and an attitude of playfulness.

Serious play. It’s the way…

  1. To make good Art
  2. Stick to making good Art

 

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Ink on card stock + color pencil the prompt was “collect”. Sorry Charlie Brown.

 

I Artist

  • I don’t want to stop making. So I make. I suppose I could quit any time I wanted, I guess.

          For that reason I keep a journal. I have an “idea” table just for “what-ifs”. I take pictures of           constructions for reference. I made a small backpack for art materials.

  • I can create by my own will, on command, except sometimes I don’t do so well.

          So, I keep an everyday carry collection of sketch books, idea books, and finish books plus a                 small selection of pens, brushes, pencils, and colors.

  • I see the world in terms of light, shadow, form, flow, and composition.

          For example, with light and shadows I work on getting folds of fabric plausible or to show the           muted hues of an alley.

          I like to catch the early morning light and the twilight.

  • I reflexively decide what something could “be” if I change some things.

          So, I combine objects and create 3-D sculptures on wooden panels. I use items I have owned             and mix them with junk from my stash mashing, and melding.

  • I mostly work alone

         But I am always telling a story.

 

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Shopping Bag  component from found fabric

The Day after the Big “Art”

 

Big “Art” creates big messes and I help.

In the shop there is a work bench, a small cubby I call my “study” where several easels and project tables await, and a finishing room I keep very clean.

In my practice myriad cast-off chips lounge and parts dance on the flat surfaces everywhere. The second and third attempts at Big “Art” loll against the wall. My sad secret is I prepare two canvases in case, no, when I goof.

Cleaning after each session is my habit, however the “neat-ifying” comes later.

Big Clean is the order of the day after an intense effort of what I call Big “Art”. Creating “order” is part of the process and the “muse” does not ‘get-it’. In fact ‘she’ is very absent with never a peep from her golden lips.

The Shark™and the Swiffer™ take their turns. The smell of turpentine is replaced by Pinesol ™ and Clorox™. Windows sparkle, everything is dusted, all pillows plumped, the fridge re-filled with drinks.

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The day after Big “Art” should receive an “H-rating”, to be hated, but I enjoy the work. It is a true ‘catharsis’ (like the pun, keep it) I am getting ready for the next scheme.

And I cannot wait.

What can be Will Be

My usual method to assemblage starts with some kind of “ground” or what receives all the pieces. Then comes the parts arrangement. Take a picture; then, re-arrange the components, and finally take another picture.

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“Star Fountain”, wood, metal, acrylic paint, varnish, April 2016

I’ve  mixed it up a bit.  I take a picture of the parts and cut them out, then arrange those cut-outs on a backdrop.

I thought, “Forget the pictures.”

Designs?

Where am I?

I’m stuck is where I am.

I have to do better. Don’t give up.

Opportunity to re-start.

 

I was jammed. Run hard a-ground.

What I used to make this project was one word: altered.

I altered the plan.

It worked. Same parts different approach. New concept.

I got un-stuck.

New tool for my tool box.

What can be will be.

Eventually.

Stay in the hunt.