With a propensity for lenghty internal monologues, I have come to realize that nothing is new but merely appropriated from something else. There are no new ideas. Although this fact alone may be the source of eternal despair for any creative person, it is both humbling and inspiring. All I can aim to be is a maker - a maker of things; a maker of visual casseroles.
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Metamutation: an awareness of a change in state, while it is happening.
There are several different uses of the word ‘meta’ in the English language. One of its uses, according to Wikipedia is as follows:
In epistemology, the prefix meta- is used to mean about (its own category). For example, metadata are data about data (who has produced them, when, what format the data are in and so on). Similarly, metamemory in psychology means an individual’s knowledge about whether or not they would remember something if they concentrated on recalling it. Furthermore, metaemotion in psychology means an individual’s emotion about his/her own basic emotion, “or somebody else’s basic emotion.
The Eastside Culture Crawl – an event where local artists open their studios to the public. This annual affair took over my humble studio walls for one weekend in Late Autumn; shoes squeaking in and out, eyeballs flying around, umbrellas splashing November rain, with me, trying to take it all in.
The weather decided to be extra nasty, perhaps to weed out the faint of heart and pull forth the more dedicated art lovers out there.
Paper, canvas and more paper in frames! I managed to sell a few drawings and cards. Lots of scribbles in my guestbook and new cards to add to my growing collection of acquaintances, artists and names on paper.
It seems that my target audience is male computer nerds and young couples who either enjoy penguins, strangely drawn people or video games.
For me, the most fulfilling part about the crawl was hearing people laugh at my drawings. It would bring a smile to my face when, despite the terrible weather, people would look at my drawings (complete with soaking bodies and squishy shoes) and laugh at the printed dialogue between my silly characters.
To commemorate the life of someone very dear to me, this drawing was pondered upon and tirelessly executed.
Happy Quarter Century CS.
“Life in the Downtowner is like an extended vacation, from LIFE. Just surround yourself with good people and the Moment will never end.”
“Let’s smoke a J…well, it looks like I’m not getting any work done today. Again. Anyone want to make bread?”
“Sorry I couldn’t make it to the door right away, I was naked painting.”
“Who needs a view of the harbour, when you have the parking lot. There’s a lot of action there. Sometimes even bum fights.”
“I’m so addicted to Pacific Cafe. Every time I eat there, I feel like I’m on drugs. It’s my FAVORITE restaurant in the world, well, within walking distance from my house.”
“What a splendid evening of galavanting. Shall we devour avocados and ponder the mysteries of life?”
“If it ain’t broke, no need to fix it; especially the elevator.”
Only through others, can we truly know ourselves; we are all woven together by the fabric of consciousness.