4.25.2011

ART and FEAR. i love this book.






















It's an old one, but it never stops inspiring. Art and Fear: Observations on the Perils (and Rewards) of Artmaking, written almost ten years ago by two guys who are teachers and working artists. In the introduction the first words are, "This is a book about making art, Ordinary art," and finishes with, "It is about finding your own work." Well I was sold from the first moment I read this. This book sits by my bedside. I have picked it up more times than I can count, and it has never failed to remind me that those of us who make art, are on similar paths of ups and downs, starting and stopping, clarity and confusion. This is not a self-help book as it may sound. This isn't therapy. It is practical, real-life observations on the artmaking process, why it gets made and why it does not. If you are human, and you make anything, this one belongs on your bookshelf.

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talking with you.
about the state of the world.
and where we fit in.
crunching leaves...


...
moving through. simply.


.....
airplane graveyard.
you stand among the ruins.
delicate and hopeful and young. busted up fuselage. your dress so fitted and pressed.
motionless. burned out wings.
not knowing if the remains are yours.
injured girl.
rusting yellow metal in heaps. lush green grass grows around you. as the bright country sun lights up your hair.
sun flare obscures your face and shoulder.
but you remain.
a giant among the battered pieces.
of this airplane graveyard.
and your world.

once we were best friends. without even knowing.
it's your turn to turn off the light.

once we were alike. without even knowing.
watching thunderstorms on the patio.

once we were confidantes. without even knowing.
we didn’t know what secrets were.

once we were happy. without even knowing.
that goodness meant we were together.



grow
. you whispered. i heard it. i am sure.

grow. i whispered back. on the breeze that blew between us.

grow. i feel it. but i sit here in defiance.

grow. you know it. and you thrust out your shoots, without intention.

grow. i want it. but i am swimming in the thickest sea.

grow. you must. so you reach through the power lines for your sky.

grow. i can. but these tendrils hold me to this merciless earth.

grow. you will. and i’ll look for shelter below you.

grow. i will. but first let me rest my body against you.

grow. you have. and i cannot imagine this world without you.

grow. i am trying. but i cannot keep up with you.

grow. you show me. let me learn from your strength.

grow. i whispered. did i hear it? i am sure.

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