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These are my personal thoughts about art in the world and the world of art. I invite your perspectives.
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Jul. 28th, 2009 @ 05:58 pm Purpose Searching
Here's the blog that got a good discussion rolling between a few friends and me last week:  http://churchandpomo.typepad.com/conversation/2009/07/speculative-grace-hive-causality.html

The topic of the original post is a discussion of grace and how it arises, a most interesting springboard to a discussion of God, divine providence, and many other related topics.  Somehow (I think it's my fault) we got onto a track of emotions and feelings and whether one can label them as "negative" outside of their influence on behavior.  My friend says emotions themselves are neutral, it's the action taken in return that is either positive or negative (and, via his argument, either joy/happiness/other feel-good emotions or anger/sadness/other bring-down emotions can be used either constructively or destructively).  Can you think of some good examples of this? 

Various authors have separated feeling (a pureness of experience, beyond words) from emotion (imbued with story, mental activity/thinking, connections to other experiences).  My initial assertion is that we often misinterpret our emotions, not fully understanding the core of their genesis.  To use emotions as a compass, then, to unlock life's meaning, regardless of one's theological leanings, feels insubstantial and incomplete.  If we cannot read our emotions clearly and accurately, is it wise to use them as our guide?  I lean, instead, towards divine guidance as a better, more reliable beacon in our world.  A book I'm reading now mentions this as reaching for the "highest goal" (appropriately, that's the book's name, and it's written by a professor of Stanford's renowned creativity class).  Check it out: http://www.amazon.com/Highest-Goal-Secret-Sustains-Moment/dp/1576753522/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1248826300&sr=8-1  I would also assert that each of us, despite our religious (or, in some cases, non-religious) backgrounds, searches for this highest goal, ultimate purpose in our lives -- a feeling (not emotion!) of interconnectedness and a true sense of purpose.  For those of us who follow Christianity, finding God's will for us is a way to commune with this highest goal.  For followers of many other religions -- Catholicism, Sikhism, Buddhism, etc. -- the goal is the same but the words and images may differ. 

Please share your perspectives on this ... I'd love to hear them and foster a discussion.  Be respectful of viewpoints that differ from your own, and ask questions to clarify when you sense you are missing meaning.  Thank you for participating in a discussion meant to help us all focus on our commonalities and what draws us into connection -- rather than our differences and what drives us apart.
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Mar. 13th, 2009 @ 11:56 am Seasons Change
Current Mood: artistic
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Time marches on.  I can't believe it has been so long since I posted here.  Several seasons have dawned and faded since my last post, each a natural reflection of art at its best: robust fall colors crunching under busy feet, white sprinkles of winter glistening on branches, and now (finally) verdant green and pastel blooms on the cusp of raining color on the weary winter world.  Amazingly, the seasons stretch and burst into each other without most of the world stopping to recognize the miracle of change.

So ... change.  Change is feared by many, often viewed as annoying necessity, and embraced by a select few for its potential and marvels.  Change of seasons is nature's art.  Change of political figures -- as Obama's inauguration -- is art of influence and vision.  Change of economy -- or lack thereof, in this depressing pit -- is art of consumerism.  Art is a reflection of life, a captured impression of life at a given moment in time -- so, yes, I believe that daily trials and tribulations as well as broad movements of humanity can be considered art in motion.  Poetry of reality.  Sculptures of possibilities.  After all, what is politics but a person's (or group's) impression of influence?  Theatre-in-the-round with all is expectance of animated delivery and engagement.  And economics ... participatory experience, materialistic creation or destruction, subject to the whims of the crowd and critics.

Art reflects life in an ever-changing, passionate succession of hopes, dreams, fears, failures, and potential.  So, too, some of life's great institutions -- politics, economics, education, religion -- interact with the masses in a conversation of hopes, dreams, fears, failures, and potential.  The whole of lived experience is art in the making, and each individual is an artist shaping their personal destiny and the collective collage of pain and beauty.
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Sep. 22nd, 2008 @ 12:44 pm Gothic Fangs
What is so compelling about vampire imagery?  Perhaps the allure and sensuality of the creatures of the night?  The neck is a very erogenous zone! Or is the horror that intrigues?  Our innermost fantasies of aggression and power played out in visual detail -- the "monster within."  Maybe a mix of both?

Since the dawn of Dracula, vampires have been in the spotlight of fascination.  If you're into graphic novels, you can have both story and art in one luscious package.  I suggest Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake Vampire Hunter: Guilty Pleasures for its sensual imagery and story line.  For the manga maniacs among us, the Vampire Knight series by Matsuri Hino and Nancy Thistlethwaite and Cannon (short series) by Chika Shiomi "suck" you into other realms with their dark lovers.  After just a taste, you'll crave more to get your fill.

Vampire sites on the web abound, but for a new gathering place for would-be vamps and vamp lovers, drop in at: Taste of the Vampire, http://www.wislander.com/vampire -- connect with other fans.  Let me know if you have other favorite roosts. 


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Jul. 28th, 2008 @ 01:02 am Fractured Identity
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Picture a Picasso with all its inherent distortions, angles coming together at odd junctures, normal views fractured into disconnected identities.  Imagine a Chagall with realities split artistically to prompt new perspectives, floating lovers and vibrant colors engaging the eye in critical reflections.  Conjure up an image of a Dali melting into the future, taking form and substance to a new level and challenging assumptions about the essence of existence. 

The greatest artists raise questions in their work that we must tackle deep within our inner being -- who are we? what do we stand for? where are we going? how will we get there?  Taking a lesson from these great masters, the key to discovering our true identity and moving forward is in radically altering our way of viewing ourselves and our place in the world.

Typical Labels for Myself (How I/Others See Me):
* studious
* smart
* outgoing
* busy
* caring

Radical Labels for Myself (How I Want to Be Seen):
* imaginative
* achiever
* passionate
* warm
* values-oriented

Fortunately, my reality and my dream aren't too far apart -- the next step is lining them up and reconciling any differences so they meet.  I need to work on being a little more approachable and results-oriented and letting a little more of my internal world show. 

What's your big picture?
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Jun. 15th, 2008 @ 04:21 pm Desert Mirage
I've been back from the deserts of Phoenix just about a week now and my semi-tan is start to peel.  Unfortunately, this results in the upper part of my left arm looking a bit like it has a skin disease because that's the only place I missed with my SPF 30.  Dear hubby says it looks like a birthmark -- that and the one strap line from my bikini top?!  It's an unusual souvenir to have from my trip.

Then again, it was an unusual trip.  MJ and I did the typical touristy traipse up to Sedona -- and back through Jerome (in the dark, through the mountains, on a two-lane road, down a dirt road,  -- yes, it was like being in a horror movie!).  We also took a "mild" Pink Jeep ride around the rim of one of the mountains to see the local flora and fauna -- and although my camera froze on me, she got some great shots of the prickly pear and agave and other specimens we saw.  Not to mention the breathtaking red rock vistas -- some of which looked like cartoon characters (e.g., Snoopy), others which looked a bit more, um, humanly representative?

What captivated me most about my time in Sedona/Phoenix -- besides the gorgeous red rocks and and colorful architecture -- were the cacti.  They were artistic, capricious almost, popping up here and there, in front lawns, at random on the wide expanse of the desert highways, all around town.  Invitingly, their arms stretched out beckoning adventurers to climb closer -- but mind the prickles, dear.  And the palms (which I fondly referred to as "paintbrush trees" because of their top thatches) lined the streets, their trunks encircled with cores of wood like pineapples, both tempting and protecting.  Stretching up towards the sunny skies, they seemed to be painting the brilliant sunsets each night.  Against the backdrop of sizzling temperatures, the colors seemed so vibrant and intense; Sedona's paths offered an unparalleled sense of calm and healing presence, looking out on the red rocks.  I am sure that I will find my way back to the desert -- perhaps next time as a resident rather than a visitor.  At the very least, next time I'll take my sketchbook and pencils when I wander to the mountainside so I can capture the native cacti and gorgeous flowering plants in all their resplendent forms.  Next time I'll be more careful with either my sunblock or my umbrella!
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Jun. 2nd, 2008 @ 12:06 am Art of Friendship
Current Mood: touched
Current Music: A Friend's a Friend Forever
There's a special art to being a good friend and sustaining a long-term friendship.  I had the privilege of spending the weekend with some of my best friends -- my husband's fraternity brothers whom he's known for over 20 years now!  I have very few friendships dating back that far, fewer still of that depth. 

My husband is my dearest friend.  He's taught me so much about being a true friend, trusting and allowing vulnerability.  He has also taught me peace and patience because he is such a great model of both!  Over the 9 years that we've been married, I think I can say I've grown in the art of friendship.  My "old" friendships are deeper and stronger -- although some of them have had to go through the ringer to get there -- and the "new" friendships I create start off on a better footing.  I have less tendency to surround myself with lots of people for the sake of being popular, although I do still draw people to me.  Now, I seek out the rare treasures among people to whom I am drawn for some special element -- artistry, intellect, unique personality, etc. 

I count myself as blessed now for some of the friendships I'm building in my life.  These friends have come to my rescue in the past year in ways I could never have imagined.  My friends bring me great joy, and this has been especially true today, on my birthday.  I'm grateful to all my friends, far and near, who have sent me best wishes -- by phone, by email, by "wall," in person, and even by ESP!! 

To have dear friends, you have to be one -- so, dear friends, know that I love you dearly in return and am sending back my heart to you with all the best wishes for happiness in return. 

To those seeking friends, it's really not as difficult as you might believe.  In preschool, children simply start out in the sandbox, sharing toys, and they either implicitly decide to be friends or one child says "let's be friends" and the other agrees.  The only reason it gets more complicated in adulthood is pride and social awkwardness.  So, let that go.  When you find someone cool, don't be afraid to let them know you like them and ask them to be friends.  Simple art.  Simple lines.  Masterpieces.

To those missing friends . . .  it hurts, yes.  If it's by your choice, be big -- apologize.  Or forgive.  Whatever the case, take the first step.  It feels so good.  If it's not by your choice, depending on the circumstances, try the aforementioned approaches, if feasible.  When you can't, say a blessing and let go.  You can hold a friend in your heart while setting them free -- and sometimes that's the best thing for both of you. 

People come into our lives at various times -- some stay for a little while, some for a long while.  Treasure the moments together and even if they seem like a blip, make them last forever in your heart.  That is the art of friendship -- sustaining the treasure.

So, to all friends . . . old, new, yet to come . . . blessings and good wishes to you, today and always, with the warmth of the sun on your face, the strength of the wind at your back, and the hand of a friend in yours always, to keep you company on the journey.
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May. 27th, 2008 @ 09:29 pm Revealing Art
Current Mood: relaxed
Apologies for the absence -- ends of semesters are always frenetic.  The spyders inside my mind spin their webs with new ideas of worlds to explore all too fast for me to keep up with the little weavers.  At present, I'm exploring the creative elements of virtual worlds and expression of identity through avatars.  Would you call that art?  Art of self-expression perhaps?

Fashion is wearable art -- colors, textures, and shapes styled by one artist, selected and worn by another -- with dual aims of both covering and self-expression.

Food is edible art -- flavors, scents, and colors blended by one connoisseur and enjoyed by another -- with dual aims of both nourishment and self-expression.

Cars are driveable art -- machinery, dynamics, and motion conceptualized by the designer and driven by the owner -- with the dual aims of both transportation and self-expression.

There are many more examples of functionality merging with self-expression/artistic identity in the world around us. 

Self-expression as a platform for identity exploration and affirmation seems like an artistic endeavor, a creative enterprise, much like the performing of parts in theatre.  Within virtual worlds, where participants' identities are embodied in self-selected avatars and avatars can be shed or redesigned at will (in many worlds), identity and self-expression are the manifestation of art.  http://angelaathomas.com/2007/02/09/avatar-as-art/

Like any artwork, though, avatars are also vulnerable to theft. . .  http://www.instigatorblog.com/stealing-avatars-identify-theft-20/2007/08/23/

and, of course, interpretation.
http://chloestreeter.blogspot.com/2007/08/avatar-identity.html

How we view our avatars, how we interact with and through them, is an artistic extension of both our true self and our imagined self -- or maybe neither, depending on your viewpoint of life in the virtual realm.  As for me, avatars are life-art, multiple versions of my emergent interests, creativities, and talents as channeled through my personality.


 
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May. 7th, 2008 @ 11:00 am Impish Inky
Current Mood: artistic
Welcome to my blog!  If you're reading this, you probably know me personally -- or perhaps you serendipitously stumbled across my treasure trove of artsy musings.  Either way, I'm so glad you're here. 

As you may have guessed, I'm a librarian and, yes, I've been inked.  This blog will be devoted to a range of artistic investigations -- visual, intellectual, musical, etc.  Feel free to join in with your own artistic perspectives.

I got my first tattoo in February 2007 (tailbone, tribal rose with thorns to symbolize that beauty comes with pain) and my second in March 2007 (shoulder, 3 butterflies, Asian-style, symbol of rebirth and reinventing oneself).  I had been wanting a tattoo for a while, but I had been too fearful to take the plunge (until my impulsivity finally kicked in). 
After a deep conversation with my second tattoo artist about why people get inked over every inch of their skin, I see now that tattoos are an experiential art -- it's as much about the pain/pleasure balance and the wearable art as it is about the experience of having different artists create their works on your canvas. 

Since I got inked, many of my friends have been shocked.  My college roommate said, "You're the last person I would have expected to get a tattoo!"  Probably so -- but you only live once, and tattoos are cheaper and more visible than therapy.  Several of my friends have said, "I wish I had the guts to get a tattoo; if only it weren't forever." 

True, tattoos are a commitment.  A commitment to self.  A commitment to symbol.  I could have selected a skull to represent my dark mood in February.  Even though my mood has changed, the skull would be a valid symbol of self -- because I felt that way at that time.  Tattoos can record our history, like a living, full color journal, or as in my case, they can be signs of inspiration to guide us on the path to the future.

In the meantime, for those who can't accept the commitment (or can't take the pain!), there are temporary tattoos (which are fun in their own right!).
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