So I’ve struggled a bit the past week or so with a plethora of projects: personal, family, parenting, school, commission work… mostly good things, deep rewarding things, and yet leaving me with a feeling that I have had very little time to simply create. My wife challenges me often with the categories I concoct for myself between art and life, relation and solace, pleasure and responsibility, and by and large I agree that an artist’s life, a creative life, is a creative life, not a creative this-or-that, segregated activity. And yet, nothing quite compares to a blank page not full of pre-existing questions or directions; an impulse externally unnecessary; a mark or word uncalled for. It sometimes helps to think of things as stages, the “for now” syndrome that hope parasites. But ultimately, I don’t quite feel “okay,” or balanced, somehow settled in my world, until time is available to sit at my desk, in my chosen or gathered surroundings, undirected but by what might rise from within. Today I have plugged away seven hours or more at schoolwork, and granted myself an hour swept clear of such things. The piece below is the result (click title or picture for text)
Where to begin. One thing I do, as a kind of employment, is to interview and attempt to translate other artists and their work into inviting and hopefully instigative verbal or visual language in order to promote local projects. For example, here is some blog writing I did on artists for an exhibition in 2010 (River City Biennale). Sometimes this work is more tricky than others.
Over the past few weeks I have met with four artists for a new project / exhibition that will occur here in Wichita at the end of November. There is great variety in their work, as tends to be the case with genuine artists…I’m learning that is a significant element of what we call “art,” – that it is irreproducible. The same materials in any other individual’s hands or mind, situation or context, (even if the attempt was to copy) would be unique. But I mean, these works are UNIQUE! And that is thrilling.
So far so good.
So the project we’re involved in is like this. A building of modernist design that has served as home to Kansas Gas & Electric and Protection One is being reformed / remade into a community of living spaces.
Dear Readers, in searching for something on my own site today, I noticed that by changing my theme to a “cleaner” “fresher” looking theme, I lost the ability to nest pages within pages. Which led to an eruption of pages at the heading, which looks awfully conflated and complicated and distracting to me.
Bear with me as I engage disentangling…or find a new theme…or, most likely, return to the one that was working so well.
Seasons change beckoned…alas.
Thanks always, each, for visiting. I’ll try to make it more pleasant, soon.
Moving toward the mighty visions
fighting good and evil
obsessed by both
from all sides
with messaging death
stark full dreams
veins wound deep
with all the promise
nightmarish stark and full
an arm-wrestle bind
Dostoevsky, Schiele and Pessoa
stark, full, and free
to battle each self
against its own ideas
and to fail
seeking the hope
turning at the elbow
and glitz of fantasy
David Foster Wallace
full of stark dreams
yet not actually
sharp turn at the elbow
strength unto strength
to follow through
with one’s own hand
sliding over shoulder and neck
(only there to support the head
and hold it all together)
moving on to its description
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If he’s bringing messages, they cut both ways, rather than thread between or stitch together. Fleet and agile in both worlds, and neither. They call him “the Translator,” a metaphor embodied. He melodies one thing and harmonies another. “Of two minds” they say of the quicksilver poet with a two-sided brain. No one knows how he listens, but it’s clear his flight is circular.
It’s been asked if he ever stops for love, ever rests his fluid motion. There’s never been a verdict. First one thing, and then another. His reaching out, a curling in. His language an escaping capture.
N Filbert 2012
Wichita Public Library – our “home” family hearth – answers to the ESU expedience with the following!!!:::
beyond me wildest dreams!
and what timing!
As if all-knowing, the superhero librarians throughout the US and through the mighty workings of our very own ESU William Allen White library and staff – (particularly those involved in the Inter-library Loan department) delivered to my door as birthday extras the following!!:
WHAT A DAY! THANKS UNIVERSE AND ALL ITS PARTS!
my particular wind of has been active
approximately 374,400 hours; 22,464,000 minutes, 1,274,840,000 seconds…42 years & 9 months