Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
This is a beautiful shell. It would be nice piece to make into a necklace.
I'm listening to the the last episode of WBGH's 'Morning Stories' podcast with tears in my eyes. The beauty and tenderness of this podcast is what my blog is all about. Beauty in the everyday. I encourage everyone to go the 'Morning Stories' website and listen to some of the stories.
Here are some of my favorites:
"I have my eye on you"
"Goodbye to the God show"
These are touching moments of real beauty.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Lately I've been intrigued by the incredible diversity in sea shells. Color, form, structure, etc. I collected a bunch of shells at the beach last weekend and I thought it would be interesting to paint one a day for a while. I'll be shocked if I make it more than a week. Maybe I'll surprise myself. Here's number 1.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Walden Pond, Concord, MA
163 years ago Henry David Thoreau spent two years in a 10x15 cabin here at Walden Pond. He detached himself from society and discovered what is truly necessary to live a meaningful life.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
I just heard someone say the other day that it's best avoid any book where the authors name is larger then the book title. I'm not saying that you should avoid this book but there is probably some truth to that advice. This it the first book I've read by Joyce Carol Oates.. It's obvious she is a master of the english language and a master writer that being said the book was enjoyable simply for her exceptional ability to craft delightful sentences. The story is deeply layered but the characters are uninteresting. I never connected with the main character Joshua Seigel. Very little happened for 3/4 of the book and then three major events happen in the last 30 pages. Interesting read but I would recommend finding another Joyce Carol Oates book which shouldn't be difficult considering the number of books she has written.
I was stuck inside today thanks to tropical storm Fay so I decided to paint a sea shell series. Again some good and some bad, overall I'm satisfied because I progressed from picture to picture. Last night I started writing a poem relating life and watercolor painting, alas I gave up because I was tired maybe I'll try it again tonight. Creatively speaking I'm starting to feel energized. It's only now at 39 that I'm beginning to get a feel for my creative rhythm. I know you shouldn't wait for inspiration to do your work but I feel so dead and flat inside when I'm not inspired that I can't decide what to work on. Another day is coming to an end....
Monday, August 18, 2008
My inner voice finally got the best of me last night so I did a quick 30 minute sketch painting of 3 apples. There are parts of the painting I like and parts I don't like. I think my fear of painting stems from the fact that I don't control it and I don't know where it comes from. I sit down intending to do one thing and something else happens, happy surprises. I want to paint more, I really do. I also want to write more, read more, and sleep more, spend more time with my family, unfortunately there are only some many hours in a day. Something has to give and more often then not it's my creative endeavors. I'm sitting here writing this post when I could be painting or drawing but when I think of painting suddenly my mind is flooded with reasons I can't, why I shouldn't. I like to watch and read biographies of people that are so focused on there passion that they are willing to sacrifice everything to do what they are compelled to do. Part of my fear is giving in to that kind of passion, what would happen to me, I worry about my family? Yet another part of me knows that I'll never be my true creative self without letting go of the fear the holds me back, until that day I am condemned to live here in my self imposed purgatory.
So John....Tell us, what is your blog about?
Good question. I wish I could say, I know that sounds strange so let me explain what I mean. I believe laying below the surface of everything in nature is a universal truth, a beauty that can't be named with words. My creative musings are arrows pointing to the truth hidden below. "A finger pointing at the moon isn't the moon" Don't look at the finger, look at what it's pointing to. In general this blog is about trying to communicate the meaning of the title 'Beauty and Truth' by documenting my struggle to release my creative inner self. My true self.
Sounds interesting, but then again I am you so I would say that.
I see you've done some paintings, would you consider yourself a painter?
Yes and no....I paint but I'm not a painter. I write but I'm not a writer. I write poetry but I'm not a poet. I muse on lofty ideas but I'm not a philosopher. I use whatever method seems most effective to communicate what can't be said.