20 days into a year of breaking my class position to weaken the United States government. I have this little journal my daughter made me for Christmas where I keep my notes and ledger for the project. I grab for it whenever I feel my fortitude flounder. The act strengthens my resolve. I get in focus and back to work. Add regular attention to nose-breathing, rice-steaming, looking in the mirror to take in the breadth of a new January hermitage, and 345 more days of living with less doesn’t appear that difficult. This is the way for me. Frequent forays in hair shirting. Just keep the journal close. The weather keeps me inside, painting in the day, cooking in the afternoon, and playing cards and Sudoku with Rose in the evening. First the sun (blocked by cloud cover in winter), and then the moon (ditto). A seasonal routine that will change naturally with increased warmth and sunlight to come. In March we take a pre-paid trip to London to celebrate ourselves and a fellow artist doing the Stuckist thing better than anybody else on earth at present. (There is a Russian and Spaniard who can hold a candle to him, but we’re not going
There’s this poster that I seem to see all over the place, I have no clue where it came from, but the message really resonates with me:
“It will be a great day when our schools get all the money they need and the Air Force has to hold a bake sale to buy a bomber.”
Unfortunately, our world seems to be the other way around. Not quite a dystopia, but it’s close.
I think you’re very brave for engaging in this project. Many artists find themselves at their most creative when working within limitations, be it canvas size, color palette, or choice of medium. Why shouldn’t it be the same for life?
I think it’s interesting to see how this project has affected both your visual language and your *actual* language, too.
As Ben Folds put it best: “Money talks, I hate to listen, but lately it’s been screaming in my ear.”
Your’s is a lonely road, Friend. I read the other day that 70% of the US economy comes from consumers consuming. Ugh!
Thanks very much. Luck gives my door a wide berth. The will power chases it off whenever it comes to close:)
A topsy-turvy world. Now back to work!
There’s this poster that I seem to see all over the place, I have no clue where it came from, but the message really resonates with me:
“It will be a great day when our schools get all the money they need and the Air Force has to hold a bake sale to buy a bomber.”
Unfortunately, our world seems to be the other way around. Not quite a dystopia, but it’s close.
I think you’re very brave for engaging in this project. Many artists find themselves at their most creative when working within limitations, be it canvas size, color palette, or choice of medium. Why shouldn’t it be the same for life?
I think it’s interesting to see how this project has affected both your visual language and your *actual* language, too.
As Ben Folds put it best: “Money talks, I hate to listen, but lately it’s been screaming in my ear.”
Good luck! Keep going!!