Painting in the Church today, listening to the tower chatter of pilots and air traffic controllers. While I focus on navigating the ups and downs in the surface of an orange peel wall, the pilots overhead are navigating their approach vectors and a bit of turbulence here and there. It’s a joy to listen to the song of competent people at work. And, as a bonus, I can say a little prayer for the flight numbers they call out while I paint. And ‘above’ all that, God holds us all in the palm of His hand.
What a blessed day – to see an end to the Korean War! Me andDouble Bubble are celebrating with a bouquet while painting the Church. Got some flowers with light green chrysanthemums, palm leaves and white flowers. Pray with me for the healing and recovery of a united Korea. Thank you President Trump, staff, the leaders of China, North and South Korea.God is good.
“Reason is one of the sounds we make after the fact of the heart.” Am sharing this blog post by Father Stephen Freeman for your reflection.
Good grief, I doubt there is a more apropos example of how liberal echo-chambers generate a sketchy group-think compliance mindset. After President Trump re-tweeted a discussion thread from Facebook VP of Ads Rob Goldman, which cited analysis done last year of Russian ad purchases/engagement, the liberal hive instantly attacked the executive. According to Wired.Com Rob…
— Read on theconservativetreehouse.com/2018/02/20/facebook-ad-executive-rob-goldman-apologizes-for-having-uncleared-thoughts/
Sing it brother. An excellent post…
Source: THE UNSPOKEN CONTRACT …
Painting the Church interior was an interesting contrast on this date. The national moon landing effort, undertaken with so much bravery into a risky and unknown environment has always seemed like a high water mark for this country. Surrounded by a world today that descends into darkness, willful ignorance and/or the frenzy of busy distraction – the opportunity to come here and ascend into the peace of focused, beautiful work feels wonderful. What a joy! Putting flowers in the paint water up here on the scaffold is a small journey upward.
The words of Elder (now Saint) Piasios of Mount Athos come to mind:
“It is good to have the intellectual powers that take man to the moon costing billions of dollars in fuel expenses and so on, but it is better to have the spiritual powers that raise man to God, his ultimate destination, with only a bit of fuel, a mere dried piece of bread” — Elder Paisios
And to stay awake, I have a Detachable Command Module along for the ride: a “Paris” tea sachet. Can’t do numbers without caffeine anymore – am too old. The ‘interesting facts‘ website has some good offerings on the moon landing. Hope that you had a good Moon Landing Day out there in cyberspace.
Every artist has some personal measure for a quality control standard to aspire to. Have made references to this standard in describing my work. To be blunt, my goal is to craft something, in some media, that is made well enough to survive through the third garage sale cycle beyond the original buyer. To create something compelling enough to pass into new hands through that first garage sale, and again to pass into new hands through the next one, and the one after that – is an indicator of quality. Most especially so if the person buying the work knows nothing about the artist or the details of the aesthetic involved. Artwork in museums and corporate collections are not immune from this dynamic. Deaccessions in collections happen all the time.
Walking into a gallery of art on display, I search for works that would survive that ‘third garage sale’ test. Most of what we create will end up in a landfill somewhere. Stages of growth and Sturgeon’s Law applies to all artists, and this demands making a lot of work before the mature stuff can bloom. To be sure, that is a long-term goal – but why settle for less from yourself?
What felt odd today, was spotting the first stage of that test playing out with a small blue drawing posted online in someone’s estate sale….
This drawing from 1993, “Max and the Blue Church Men” was created for’Cuentos’ an exhibition put together by Galeria Mesa and Desert Caballeros Western Museum. A writer-in-residence worked with students in two schools to produce personal short stories which were then given to a group of artists for visual interpretation. The story from student Max Hobson contained this sentence: “They don’t notice you if you’re small or if the church is black or blue.” Bon voyage little Max.
Up in Raven Country this time of year the air shines a bit. Can remember seeing little rainbows behind everyone’s car tires on the freeway near Flagstaff formed by ice crystals and a low slanted sun.
from a least the time I was in elementary school and even performed from time to time since then. Piano, violin, mandolin, guitar, bass, ukulele, vocals, all of them at one time or another were par…
Source: I’ve played music…
Do not forget these people coming to help their brothers… May God bless them all.
I love this time of year…
Blazing Cat Fur: Hunger Games remade with Cats.
Sometimes it is good just to laugh at stuff. Laughing is good for your insides. I bet the folks that did this excellent video would have just the purrfect sensibilities to do a version spotlighting the shenanigans of the new UN Human Rights Council featuring new members Saudi Arabia and the People’s Republic (?) of China. We’d need lots of plastic ants for that.