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I’ve used a lot of art mediums throughout my life’s journey. Honestly, I’ve scribbled…painted…glued…carved…molded…well, basically I’ve done it all. And I’ve come to the realization that my obsession isn’t with art, but more the freedom that it grants.
In any other avenue of life, there are rules and parameters.
How dull is that?
Rules and parameters mean…it’s been done before. Someone has claimed it. It’s theirs. They have shaped it to their liking, slapped a patent on it and now if you wish to re-create it…you are ‘borrowing’ an idea.
But with art there are no rules, regulations, parameters. Instead of a process void of thought and critical thinking, it’s the exact opposite.
People talk of the vanishing art programs. Education is slowly becoming strictly math, science, language arts and social studies. Such a strict focus on the ideas of others. Sadly, this is a mistake that will one day create a pit of regret.
The assumption is made that math creates a critical thinker. I propose that art creates critical thinking, enabling to use of math. It’s the reason why often time music=math minded individuals. It’s the ability the see the beauty in the numbers. Minus emotion, void of desire…who the hell actually wants to do all of those repetitive assignments created by minds past. If you love math…that’s an emotion. It’s a desire. Desire drives the art process. As well as the ability to calculate. These things take a sharpness. An ability to figure it out. As an artist can look at a blank sheet and envision a vast multitude of ways to give the paper a life of it’s own…So can too a mathematician, who views a series of random numbers and attempts to make sense of them.
Language arts, while teaching the works of others, goes on the inclination that this will teach you how to create your own. True…Language arts does teach the necessary tools of the trade. But your creation comes from emotion. To grab the entire spectrum of emotion, you need to find the emotions first. You need empathy.
You need a trigger.
Triggers can be visual, heard, tasted, touched and smelled. And some people seem to feel an entirely new sense. A 6th sense. And in order to utilize these crucial senses, you must have an ‘artistic vision’. You need to become skilled at exploring your own mind. Unbutton the top button, so to speak. Basically…broaden your horizons. Be OF the world, don’t sit on the sidelines.
One of my most…if not the most, important lessons I’ve tried to instill in my kids is to keep an open mind. Experience the issue at hand, prior to casting judgement. And in some instances, it may not be possible to experience an event. Some events we truly wish to avoid! But we can relate out of empathy. Empathy can be awoken with art. It can bring tears and an understanding, as in these works by Bansky. His attempt to cast a light on the darkness that war brings to children, was sadly and completely accomplished.
While some argue that the photos are too graphic for children, I would argue that closing their eyes to history creates a path to repetition. Social Studies classes of today, are watered down ‘incomplete sentences’. How about throw in some Bansky?
Throw in truth…
Allow the future generation to visualize the consequences of their future actions. Allow them to empathize. It’s like the child who asks “Is the stove hot?” You say “Yes. Don’t touch it.” And of course, just to see if you’re jerking their chain, they touch it <—Insert screaming child here.
They need to personally experience the sensation. Verbal or physical…they need a trigger.
You know… if I were a government hell bent on creating a generation of loyal, non-empathetic and unquestioning followers….I’d remove the art….
Update: A neighbor gave us a free table! I love freebies!
And now we are only waiting on one more tank. Two came today.
We are genuinely having a lot of fun with this bedroom makeover. And hey…science!
So my youngest son was in serious need of a room makeover. He’s outgrown Minecraft and quite frankly, so have I. As he has taken an interest in things that crawl and swim, we’ve decided on a ‘living bedroom’.
Last week, he picked out his first lizard habitat! He brought home an anole, which he lovingly named ‘Psycho’. (It’s a tad fast and crazy). And rather than using the plastic decor, he read up and decided to use science.He created a living habitat.
Creating a live habitat is time consuming, but worth it. Just be prepared to make a mess in the kitchen. (Rocks, sticks, etc…require boiling or baking to kill any bacteria, when collected directly from nature).
We painted over the Minecraft decor, to create a colorful bush. We’re planning to paint in some snakes and lizards.
We added a rugged looking wood pallet, to add to the outdoor ambience. It also makes a great fishing pole holder! ( We also need to replace a missing drawer knob and finish unscrewing the pieces from the closing doors. At one point that dresser/lizard set-up was a tv stand…I prefer seeing a reptile there).
Currently, we are in the process of building a tree. Yes..building a tree (below).
And we hung some fishing floats and bobbers, on the branches above his window. It’s a work in progress.
Hey…I have to pick my battles. And he’s a Walking Dead fan.
At the moment, we are waiting on three more tanks. They are 10, 7.5 and 2.5 gallon aquariums.
He’s positive he wants a beta. No goldfish, as none of these tanks are large enough. Goldfish are not meant for bowls or small tanks. I have never understood why anyone would even do that. They get huge in the wild and produce an insane amount of amonia…but to each his/her own. Possibly tetras?
Years ago, I had a wonderful tank. 50 gallons and it was my pride enjoy. Then life happened. Fortunately, I kept my favorite book EVER, and found it last week in the basement.
He’s been engrossed for several days now. I told him the rule of thumb: If the book says the fish requires 10 gallons…just double it, to be on the safe side. And get a filter that goes over the size required for the tank. Past experience shows, he can’t really mess it up if he follows those rules.
For the basic set-up on the 10 gallon, we went to the river to collect rocks. Then we boiled them to kill the bacteria. They should be all set by the time the tanks get here. Now we just need to find a suitable subtrate. (Except for the Sponge Bob tank…he wants that one just the way it is).
So for now…we wait…
Once the tanks get here and he’s figured out what fish he would like to raise, we’ll post an update. I’m happy he’s found a hobby that requires both science and heart. With those two things, life is just….more.
My job took me on a walk-about today. Spring days like today, are the reason my phone is glued to my hip. While I have had an android, I prefer the iPhone for photos. Yes. I’m an Apple gal. For a while we had an ongoing battle in this house, pertaining to cell phones. Sort of like the Twilight thing….Team Jacob vs. Team Edward. Eventually, I persuaded them all over to my side.
The first four photos are of our town cemetery. While many go to mourn, twice as many go for the beauty. My family is buried here as well. Often I have both visited family and sat down to read.
I think it goes without saying, that this particular cemetery is rather photogenic. Although I suppose for all of us, one is favored above all others.
As a child, this was a fascinating place. Not only because my mother brought me here to visit family, but because of the multitude of little hiding places. I suppose that is why I took the photos. The existance of this place, shows the human frailty that will one day keep me from visiting.
I think I have stood on this street, more than any other. It’s the center…the little space that brings the town together. The buildings are magnificently kept up. And when I say everybody knows everybody…I mean it. Small town America is not just a phrase. It genuinely exists.
I’m not thrilled about the lines in the next one. Believe it or not, the left wall is actually bowed a bit. I hate it when that happens. It’s misery to line up.
The barber…actually, we have several. This one just happens to be very photogenic …and it was in my line of vision today.
That’s technically half car / half train, below. Don’t worry…it wasn’t a nut riding down the tracks…
Somewhere between the rich and the poor, there was once a group of humans known as the middle. They were the balance between the other two, often feeding both. But still …there was a balance. And as a general rule, they would fly their children off to faraway states. Occasionally they took long trips traveling the country while their children boxed it out in the backseat of the family station wagon. Think…Chevy Chase.
Education was largely coveted and revered. It wasn’t ruled by the ‘pay me for the ignorant ramblings’ groupup on Capital Hill. You know….the arseholes who blather on and on about bill changes, policies, test scores and blah blah …vomit.
The government didn’t parent the children…or attempt to drug them in hopes of bringing up those highly prized test scores…(Ironically, creating a generation bent on substance addiction, because their little brains no longer produce what they need…without a damn drug). The teachers having paid for and attended college, were presumed to already know what the hell they were doing…so it was a non-issue. Play was a given. Recess gave teachers a much needed time out, while the children got to run and stretch their little legs.
Guns were for cops, the free folk and the assorted bad guys. Problems between kids however, were solved with a boxing match behind the school. Zero bullets required, and the children lived to see round two the following morning.
Food was actually …food. It could be easily pronounced. Human immune systems were pretty decent…mainly because antibiotics…worked. They worked because people were not being fed antibiotic loaded meat. Antibiotic resistance, was almost unheard of. Actually….people didn’t take antibiotics for every little NAMBY PAMBY BOOHOO illness! Docs didn’t pass out drugs like candy, in hopes of competing with the madness of today’s giant clinics.
There was no excuse for bad behavior. A brat was a brat. They weren’t drugged and told it wasn’t their fault. They weren’t given free run out of pity for their mental conditions. (Which oddly enough… have grown exponentially with the growth of Big Pharma, single family homes, increased divorce rates, the need of some parents to work multiple jobs….ironically…to be able to afford the daycare…so they can work multiple jobs...which …probably contributes to the increased divorce rate...go figure).
People actually had decent paying jobs, paid by companies who actually built decent products. Of course, this also meant that stuff held up better. Oak was oak…not prefabricated half plastic/ half wood shavings….well….garbage. Dressers and tables were built to last. Unlike the Walmart specials of today with cardboard backing. Workers now are being paid less or entirely outsourced, in order to build product quicker for the all consuming American public….. just to see it fall apart. At which point, a phone call is usually made to the company…and surprise surprise…the operator is located somewhere on a faraway continent and you have no idea ...I mean none...as to what they are saying. Of course, it would be NON PCof me, if I didn’t finish that sentence with….”It’s not their fault, they just needed a job” and “It’s the lazy Americans fault for not being willing to work for 3$ a day”…oh and “We surely can’t blame the CEO’s…because who doesn’t need a swimming pool in their living room?”
I’m sure I was going somewhere with this…oh right…..
I’ve been mulling over the topics of late and while on one of my recent ‘information gathering escapades’ , I began to wonder if any of it even mattered….
Let’s say you are an educated voter….I don’t mean Ivy League….simply educated about the topic at hand. You’ve done your homework…you have seriously weighed all outcomes and considered the complete follow through of each proposal….And you have done this...right?!
My issue has been the pot ballot. So of course…I’m weighing the options. It has it’s pros when it comes to treating epilepsy and other disorders. I’m painfully aware, that a once simple drug, can quickly become a chemical nightmare, once Big Bro stakes it’s claim. But we have to start somewhere right? Or do we? Are we caving in if we vote yes to the dual ballot? (And the idiot that thought that scheme up…may giant carrots sprout from his ears….)
However, in the end...will my vote count?
I’ve heard the stories…buses loaded with folks, who know nothing about the candidates or the principles, being brought in to cast their vote…undoubtedly swayed by whoever is driving the damned bus.
So let’s see….5 educated (as in they actually did the research) voters…walk into a bar…stop me if you’ve heard this one….Just Kidding.
But seriously…. 5 educated voters head to the polls. They cast their votes based on informed decisions. An entire Greyhound bus…let’s say 60…yeah…60 UN-informed voters head to the polls…..hmmmm…..
And we complain about the end result.
We say we want to see an end to homelessness…poverty….the piss poor common core….and yet, if you don’t even bother to research the issue, how the hell do you know what you’re voting for? And if you’re doing the research, but fighting a bus load of “Why read the book, when I can watch the movie?” …how can you win?
How does the book vs the movie analogy fit in here? Well….
When you read the book….you get to create the scene, the characters and the result. Your brain actually has to do the work! Imagine that…thinking for yourself..YOU DON’T SAY?
In this.. the age of ‘No Thought Required’?!?!?
But when you watch the movie….you take on the complete persona of another individual’s mind. No imagination…no thinking….just…following….THIS by definition…is the opposite of critical thinking. (I know….The common core instantly popped into my head as well….don’t feel bad..we’ll have a Suds later and forget about that trauma all together).
And while trying to do the math in my head;ie – Does the ratio of educated vs uneducated voters, match up with the proportion of unhappy humans…when the polls close? (A proportion is a name we give to a statement that two ratios are equal). Correct? And yet the ratios in this case are unequal.
Here….let me simplify…..
If you’re voting for someone because they’re cute….or your friend likes them…or because of race…or religion…or because mom and dad are….or because some dude gave you a cool t-shirt…if you’re voting based on anything, other then the issue or the firm belief in what the person behind the issue stands for….then please…Get off the Damned Bus!
You aren’t helping! You aren’t awesome because you’re sportin’ an “I VOTED” sticker. You’re an idiot! And honestly…just listening to you as you drone on and on about a candidate’s facial features or about their race, in relation to why you are voting or are not voting for them….it makes me..well….sort of throw up in mouth…..
Yes….you should vote….but read the damned book first!
And if you’re driving the bus…the word is :
showing no prejudice for or against something; impartial.
Simply Put: Give them ALL of the information, otherwise…you’re lying to them when you say their vote counts….You’re hypocrisy in the flesh.You’re insulting their intelligence….and mine.