Dinner table by the ocean, filled with remnants of a meal and happy cat, doesn’t get much better than that.
I’m still working on the whole, and will post the finished painting soon. Nice mood here, collection of things that please me.
SKETCHBOOK & STARLIGHT©
Eye of the Eagle
There are side effect benefits to the practice of art. I’m talking merit here, keen eye development and intensified brain wave acuity.
Imagine that an ever increasing, expanding ability to see more, and thereby experience more of life, is at your fingertips, right now, immediately, without getting up, going to the gym, or enrolling in an institute of any kind of learning.
I’m confining this, at the moment, to drawing, and the magic in store as a result of immersion. Call it fine tuning the existing senses. Or adding to what you’ve got in the certainty that none of us have to put up with what we’ve got as all there is or may ever be.
Drawing is about the cheifest direct contact to the brain and the subconscious, extended out to the immediate environment, I’ve ever found. It will put you in touch with what you’re feeling, and your relationship to the rest of what is in view and what is beyond. It is a way of understanding ourselves.
With all the discoveries based on our need to adapt to and improve on this whirling anchor in outer space we still don’t know why we’re here or how we got here or what to do Tuesday next. Why God wanted to make human beings the eternal questioners and seekers, with such extraordinary layers of inner complexity, is equally unknown. How can a hundred plus pounds of flesh have so much going on. Migrating animals have something very specific in mind when they leave for the coast. Compare that to a human who has no idea what’s in store when leaving the familiar behind, or what will be done there, and that it’s bound to be thrilling. And what is the unidentified gene that makes us the only sentient life with literally endless ideas on how to build suitable shelter. I mean, you take a beaver from his river in Idaho and put him in a river he never met in Michigan and he’s going to build the same house every time. The casual onlooker can identify a bear’s den, a fox’s hole, a rabbit’s warren from encyclopaedic descriptions that do not vary. There are some birds who will refuse to mate if the nest isn’t just so, the way it’s expected. Contrary-wise, the human animal is scorned for fabricating row houses and tract homes and houses make of ticky-tacky. Variety, change, and originality count big with us and we sure have got it in us.
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