That Which Is Wilde

If a modern sculptor were to come and say, 'Very well, but where can one find subjects for sculpture out of men who wear frock-coats and chimney-pot hats?' I would tell him to go to the docks of a great city and watch the men loading or unloading the stately ships, working at wheel or windlass, hauling at rope or gangway. I have never watched a man do anything useful who has not been graceful at some moment of his labour: it is only the loafer and the idle saunterer who is as useless and uninteresting to the artist as he is to himself. I would ask the sculptor to go with me to any of your schools or universities, to the running ground and gymnasium, to watch the young men start for a race, hurling quoit or club, kneeling to tie their shoes before leaping, stepping from the boat or bending to the oar, and to carve them; and when he was weary of cities I would ask him to come to your fields and meadows to watch the reaper with his sickle and the cattle-driver with lifted lasso. For if a man cannot find the noblest motives for his art in such simple daily things as a woman drawing water from the well or a man leaning with his scythe, he will not find them anywhere at all. Gods and goddesses the Greek carved because he loved them; saint and king the Goth because he believed in them. But you, you do not care much for Greek gods and goddesses, and you are perfectly and entirely right; and you do not think much of kings either, and you are quite right. But what you do love are your own men and women, your own flowers and fields, your own hills and mountains, and these are what your art should represent to you.

For the Love of the OG Artists Movement

“Art arises from loss. I wish this weren't the case. I wish that every time I met a new woman and she rocked my world, I was inspired to write my ass off. But that is not what happens. What happens is we lie around in bed eating chocolate and screwing. Art is what happens when things don't work out, when you're licking your wounds. Art is, to a larger extent than people would like to think, a productive licking of the wounds.”
― Steve Almond, Candyfreak: A Journey through the Chocolate Underbelly of America

Looking Out My Bedroom Window This Morning

In The Land of Wine and Roses...

I have been moving through the last week of life with a hop skip and a jump..Apparently the big news story of the day is that plane crash in Nevada but I have been lost in the Bermuda Triangle for longer than I would like to admit today. As of late things are moving along at a fast pace but to summarize what I have been doing in the last week besides blogging ...


Playing Nurse: Why does time seem to stand still when a child is sick? For two days I too layed in bed and watching Sesame Street , reading stories, playing with stuffed animals and making huge amounts of chicken soup. When Jake was ready to return to school I returned to reality batteries recharged..

Coffee Shop: This is where you can find me on most weekday mornings lingering and making conversation about anything from any number of topics while getting hopped up on insane amounts of iced coffee with soy and splendas.. Being that the weather has taken a turn for the better and the days have been nice I have taken to lingering in the afternoons too reading chapters on indigenous religions...

The Ever Present School: The Fall semster is in full swing and talk about fast pace. My classes this semster are all unique in the way they are taught for instance my upper level world religions course is a free learning honors class where I can choose from like 250 things to do for points per week.. as compared to my Sports and Society class where I have 4 assignments all semster and the other 3 that are a daily event I find myself in a lot of directions..not that anyone cares but siffice to say it takes up a lot of my time man..

And Then Theres The Other Stuff: Like work a couple days a week, managing time for yoga,mourning the fact that the Missoni collection sold out of Target in minutes and I wasn't wise enough to pick up a bike or 4 at $399 (they are selling for over $1300 on Ebay) I would have been happy with a cute knit dress..toting kiddos to and fro between school, practices, classes, events, football games it is never ending. At least someone has a social life around here..

With that being said what is in the forcast for the rest of the year for you? I am thinking ahead to the next few months and am pretty psyched about Halloween, mainly because I won;t be pressured into going to a Halloween party this year like I have been the past three and dressing up. I have started to decorate and am picking up some new scary stuff here and there. I am heading to LA in October and will be doing another photo shoot at the Salton Sea on the way back. I am going to lighten my load as well and get rid of some major posessions via a yard sale in Oct. Other than making the holidays memorable I am thinking now of what I will be giving up this year. Every year I try to give up something, to let go of it..last year it was drinking. I had my last sip of wine shortly before New Years last year..next year I am thinking white sugar..or meat..I can do vegan but only have made it a few mos at a time..I think I will try the white sugar thing for a month and see where it goes..which means I should start weening myself off of it now and quit eating my cinnamon toast crunch breakfast every night before I fall asleep... plain cheerios just don't do it for me..

Until The End of the World

I was listening to this song tonight weaving in and out through the mountains by my house high u on the ridge watching the lightening crack in the sky..it makes for a beautiful poem.. Haven't seen you FOR quite a while I was down the HOLE just passing time Last time we met was a low-lit room We were as close together as a bride and groom We ate the food, we drank the wine Everybody having a good time Except you You were talking about the end of the world I took the money I spiked your drink You miss too much these days if you stop to think You lead me on with those innocent eyes You know I love the element of surprise In the garden I was playing the tart I kissed your lips and broke your heart You You were acting like it was the end of the world Love...love...love...love...love...love... Love...love...love...love...love...love... Love...love...love...love... In my dream I was drowning my sorrows But my sorrows, they learned to swim Surrounding me, going down on me Spilling over the brim Waves of regret, waves of joy I reached out for the one I tried to destroy You, you said you'd wait till the end of the world. -U2 Achtung Baby