“There is a lot of focus on TV, in magazines…about being skinny and rich. I don’t think those are that important. It’s much more important for us to be good, honest people that try to help others and live the best life we can. That’s where you get your satisfaction ultimately.”
Deep bows of gratitude, C is 4 compassion.
-The morning weather is cool and dewy. The sun reflects brightly in my car mirrors, my coffee smells great. It’s autumn in the north east, the re-birth of thought, moments, music and poetry. This is when creativity breaths fresh life into the contemplative mind of the summers student. Today we begin at where our dreams left off last night. I pass a lake into town on my morning drive; the water reflects the trees beauty: foliage still green with a touch of brown, yellow and red colors reveal from the tips of the leaves. The air breezy and chilly, autumn is now.
- This brings new meaning to the phrase "the Devil inside". The Devil is not an "I", but a "we". We all get in the way of somebody at sometime all the time, without any devilish intention (the majority of us at least...). This brings me to the point of this post: The humanity of the dreadfully understandable: Collectively people believe in being good natured towards others. Collectively we can see or judge that societies are bad and that individuals are good. You can be a person of faith or a terrorist all depending on what piece of land you stand on. The motivation is what to do with the knowledge that we are given. No two people think alike or agree upon the same things, this is good in the accumulation because this is where creativity, life comes from.
-Can we understand that we are the collective Mara that gets in the way of others no matter how dreadfull that sounds? Giving with out expectations, random act of kindness, service, grace and belief is our daily spiritual union with God.
- This blog has a strong focus on composition and what photography is and what it is not. Countless times I am asked how to compose a photo and ritually my answer has nothing to do with ISO, F-stops or shutter speed. Last night I came across the formula of (altitude + perspective) = photograph. This is where skills transform into art. An integral approach to life, art and photography is the birth of composition.
Note: insight for this post came form (this).
The next couple of month will be focusing on having a galley opening of my work (see this for a sneak preview) and also this is the time of year that we like to focus on non profit and volunteer work. Thanks for the question and comments; please keep them coming.
Dialog is the next revolution.
Music: Forth Wall by Dominic Miller & One Guitar by Ottmar Liebert
Mood: Foggy and motivated
Sounds: Blissful Silence
Sights: Gray skies & tree tops horizons
Temperature: Mostly cloudy with a chance of showers or storms by evening. High 79. Wind NW to SW 5-10 mph
Thoughts: Documenting love and capturing moments is good work.
Only my breath holds me to this earth as I write these words. The body aches and my heart beats off tempo and my mind questions its own path. Why is it that the sane people always leave our life? Keeping us eternally meditating, why me: or do I come to the conclusion that I have been the insane one constantly departing from others. A drum beat echoes linking my thoughts, breathe shallow, I close my eyes.
I awaken and scribble in my journal: Emptiness to write is like trying to find water in the desert. A pleasant word or a comforting remark whispered to you is the blessing that keeps you alive.
I sit staring at the blank page hoping to write as the Beats did many generations ago. Not sure why I find myself repeatedly attracted to these types of authors? Zen lit, hiking and journal writing have found a place in my heart. These guys; over educated bums, smoking pot, drinking red wine and reciting poetry all while never having to hold a job and still managing to get through life without getting kick in jail, committing suicide or giving in to complete abandonment of everyday life ethics.
“Absolute expression of daily existence” – “What?” As I look up from my comfortable chair at the library. Dreadlocks, piercings, Birkenstocks and a white girl with an attitude stood in front of me. “What?” I say again knowing that she would repeat her original cadence. “Absolute expression of daily existence. Answer me”. Ok your Daddy never held you. “ You’re holding ‘Thus Spoke Zarathustra.’” “Oh now I see, you have grown up in a middle class culdesack community, I gotta change the world even though I am wearing the worlds most expensive hippie sandals purchased at my local mall, redemption blues. Sorry, I am more of a Thoreau type of guy. Take yourself to the woods and figure it out yourself.” She cried and then kicked me and walked away. Lesson learned, Nietzsche in a public place can hurt.
-I sit staring at the TV watching the memorial service for the terror of 9/11. I hold my 8 month old daughter and choke back the tears. There is nothing I can do, no words that I can write, nothing to be said, the only gift of service I have to offer to the world today is to raise my daughter with a loving and kind heart. This I will do.
Try seeing what works within the structure versus seeing why the structure does not work. A shift in perception will open up compositional boundaries that previously were hidden. William Blake said, “Jesus was all virtue, and acted from impulse, not from rules.” Improvisation is the dance of not fearing creative failure.
For the people that hire me, I want them to know what type of person I am further than present business persona or the artist persona. The range of expressions that I can offer or develop into is equally important as the services and products. Additionally, the service oriented mindset to giving back and contributing to the community are on par with the artistic and business goals.
Blogging is a daily working transdisciplinary portfolio that I use to maintain my compositional practice and develop online networking skills. It is the opportunity for the reader to get to know me with more depth and coverage than a consultation or visiting my website can offer.
Not certain of what I see in this photograph but I keep coming back to it and staring at it. The unexplained progression of what art or photography means to me or the viewer of the subject matter is one of the eternal mysteries.
My path is integral, my practice is evolving, and my beliefs are a trail of what I am becoming. Kindness and service are not to be reserved for a time and place where everything is perfect. There is nothing to conquer all should be treated with respect and humility. Give with out expectations.