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Endless Thanks



“If the only prayer you said was thank you, that would be enough.”

― Meister Eckhart




In this week of giving thanks, let’s keep it simple, much as the words of Meister Eckhart above suggest. Let’s not add conditions to our thanks, not ask to receive while we are giving. Let’s just be generous and sincere with our words of gratitude.

And oddly enough in this crazy year, there is still much to be thankful for. Maybe this year has made those things even more apparent to us, made us appreciate the small wonders in our lives.

The hug of a friend. A kind word or other small courtesy from a stranger. The eyes that carry the smile hidden behind someone’s mask.

It doesn’t take much effort to see how these small things add great depth to our lives. And it takes even less to acknowledge our thanks.

So, that being said, I extend my thanks to you for spending a moment with me this morning.

I really do appreciate it.

Have a good day and show some gratitude to those around you even though it’s only the day before Thanksgiving. You don’t have to wait for tomorrow nor be stingy with your thanks. There is an endless supply of them available to us and they work perfectly fine for every other day of the year.



Some added online info on Meister Eckhart:

Meister Eckhart (1260- 1327) was a Germany mystic, theologian and philosopher. Eckhart taught a radical religious philosophy of seeing God in all. His mystical experiences and practical spiritual philosophy gained him a popular following, but it also caused him to be tried for heresy by a local inquisition. Despite having writings condemned as heretical, he remains an important source of mystical experience within the Christian tradition.

I would like to throw heretics on my list of folks to thank, please and thank you.

Voice of America

 

Jasper Johns- “Flag”



America

Centre of equal daughters, equal sons,
All, all alike endear’d, grown, ungrown, young or old,
Strong, ample, fair, enduring, capable, rich,
Perennial with the Earth, with Freedom, Law and Love,
A grand, sane, towering, seated Mother,
Chair’d in the adamant of Time.

–Walt Whitman



I am on the road for the first time in many months, taking some paintings out to my good friends at the Kada Gallery in Erie. It’s such a familiar thing, something I’ve done for close to 25 years, but it feels a bit strange and disjointed in this oddest of odd years. But yesterday provided a bit of balm in the form of the clarity and assuredness finally provided in our national election.

It will certainly make for a much better ride this morning knowing that the voices of America– closing in on 80 million– rose up against a president*** who aligned himself and his party with the uglier aspects of this country–white supremacy, the belittling of science and knowledge, an outright hatred towards the others of this world, a burning need for retribution, Machiavellian evangelism, and an unrivaled sense of selfishness. The party, as he led it, transformed itself into one of outright racism, voter suppression and an anti-democratic vision for the future.

There was never an attempt to appeal to the better qualities that we have always felt exemplified us– our openness, our generosity, our protective sense of others, our desire to do and be better, and so many other positive attributes. These are things that we have long sought as a nation and have often come up short. But, even so, they have always remained the goal. 

Until this administration. It only responded to our darker side and turned a deaf ear towards the voices of the many.

Yesterday confirmed the strength and number of those voices and it appears that his failed term will soon come to an end.  The words Uncle Walt wrote above so many years ago seem possible once more.

A dark chapter may finally close. But it ain’t over ’til it’s over so keep your ears and eyes open.

Gotta go. Have a good day and be careful out there– I’m on the road.

Here’s some Simon and Garfunkel just for the appropriate atmosphere.



Lipstick and Cocaine

 



I have a bunch of tasks ahead of me over the next couple of days so I am just going to share a song today. I don’t remember how I came across Kaz Hawkins awhile back nor do I know if she enjoys much popularity here.

But I always do enjoy hearing a song or two from her.

She’s a singer with a big blues-tinged voice from Northern Ireland now living in France. Her early life was filled with abuse, domestic violence, drug addiction and mental health issues that found her cutting herself. Her wounds are covered by the tattoos that adorn her arms. Along with her singing career she now advocates for mental health issues.

This song, Lipstick and Cocaine, was written and dedicated to the police and doctors who saved her life after a violent attack from an ex-partner. It’s a pretty powerful song. It makes you realize that w can sit and decry our own problems but everyone has their own challenges, many much greater your own. Problems that make your own pale in comparison.

So, in this week of thanks and expressions of gratitude, be thankful for your own problems and the fact that they don’t reach the depths of so many others. 

As the hobo in Slaughterhouse-Five said to Billy Pilgrim as they spent days as POW’s in a crowded train boxcar, “This ain’t so bad.”

It’s all relative.

Have a good day. 



Tales of Brave Ulysses



You thought the leaden winter
Would bring you down forever
But you rode upon a steamer
To the violence of the sun

And the colors of the sea
Blind your eyes with trembling mermaids
And you touch the distant beaches
With tales of brave Ulysses

Eric Clapton/ Martin Sharp, Tales of Brave Ulysses



Today, I thought I’d share the new small piece above, The Voyager, which is headed down to the Principle Gallery for their annual show of small works for the holiday season. These small boat pieces are among my favorites to paint and this particular painting fits in with that trend. There’s something in the simplicity of the compositions that makes it even more fulfilling when emotion is evoked from just a few simple forms and colors.

Like a visual haiku.

For this week’s  Sunday morning music, I sought something that would pair up with this piece and decided that we would go back in time a bit, back to 1967. I thought we’d listen to some Cream this morning, from their classic Disraeli Gears album. As some of you may know, Cream was the first supergroup with members– Eric Clapton, Jack Bruce and Ginger Baker— all coming together from other highly successful bands. With their strong personalities, they only lasted a short time but produced some great and lasting music, including today’s song, Tales of Brave Ulysses

Here’s a little trivia about this song: This was earliest use of the wah-wah pedal by Clapton and the song was a collaboration between Clapton and an artist neighbor who lived in the the same building, Martin Sharp. Sharp heard that Clapton was a musician ( he wasn’t yet a legend at that point) and told him that he had written a poem that he thought might make a good song. Fortuitously, Clapton had been working on some music that was based on a current hit song that was among his favorites. The song was, surprisingly enough, Summer in the City from the Loving Spoonful.

I had to go back and listen to see if I could see the influence. It doesn’t jump out at you but it’s there, after all.

Anyway, this song became the B-side to Cream’s Strange Brew and has become a classic bit of rock history. And today it’s floating along with the The Voyager at the top. I threw in their Sunshine of Your Love from the same album mainly because it’s a favorite of mine. But it could fit this panting as well. For that matter, Strange Brew might also fit. You be the judge.

Enjoy your own voyage and have a good Sunday.



Living By the Rule



“Madness is something rare in individuals — but in groups, parties, peoples, and ages, it is the rule.”

― Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil



I am going to just leave that hanging out there for today.

Here’s a song from Puddles Pity Party singing with Haley Reinhart and the Postmodern Jukebox. Sticking with the theme, it’s a nice cover of the old Tears For Fears classic, Mad World.

Have a good day. But be careful– it’s a mad world out there.



From There to Here



Interviewer: My feeling from talking to readers and friends is that many people are beginning to despair. Do you think that we’ve lost reason to hope?

Kurt Vonnegut: I myself feel that our country, for whose Constitution I fought in a just war, might as well have been invaded by Martians and body snatchers. Sometimes I wish it had been. What has happened, though, is that it has been taken over by means of the sleaziest, low-comedy, Keystone Cops-style coup d’etat imaginable. And those now in charge of the federal government are upper-crust C-students who know no history or geography, plus not-so-closeted white supremacists, aka “Christians,” and plus, most frighteningly, psychopathic personalities, or “PPs.”

To say somebody is a PP is to make a perfectly respectable medical diagnosis, like saying he or she has appendicitis or athlete’s foot. The classic medical text on PPs is “The Mask of Sanity” by Dr. Hervey Cleckley. Read it! PPs are presentable, they know full well the suffering their actions may cause others, but they do not care. They cannot care because they are nuts. They have a screw loose!

And what syndrome better describes so many executives at Enron and WorldCom and on and on, who have enriched themselves while ruining their employees and investors and country, and who still feel as pure as the driven snow, no matter what anybody may say to or about them? And so many of these heartless PPs now hold big jobs in our federal government, as though they were leaders instead of sick.

What has allowed so many PPs to rise so high in corporations, and now in government, is that they are so decisive. Unlike normal people, they are never filled with doubts, for the simple reason that they cannot care what happens next. Simply can’t. Do this! Do that! Mobilize the reserves! Privatize the public schools! Attack Iraq! Cut health care! Tap everybody’s telephone! Cut taxes on the rich! Build a trillion-dollar missile shield! Fuck habeas corpus and the Sierra Club and In These Times, and kiss my ass!

— Interview with Kurt Vonnegut , In These Times Magazine, February 2003



I recently came across this short interview with the late Kurt Vonnegut from early 2003. He was describing a different set of people in a different circumstance and time but the underlying motivation and methodology of those people in charge remains the same. There is a direct line from those people to the current group of people in power– actually, some are the same folks– who are staging, as Vonnegut puts it, a Keystone Cops-style coup d’etat

We saw that yesterday in perhaps the most insane press conference since, well, the Four Season Total Landscaping affair. The time gap between displays of sheer insanity is getting shorter and shorter. But yesterday was as nuts as it gets with Rudy Giuliani, with his clown makeup running in streams down either side of his face, spewing incoherent nonsense that sought to subvert the will of the American electorate. Talking about Hugo Chavez, who died in 2013, interfering in our election among a litany of other absurdities.

I’m no doctor but I believe Giuliani would no doubt fall into the “PP” category referenced above.

The whole thing was comical in its absurdity and ineptness.

For right now. For the moment.

But it sets a dangerous precedent that will linger and no doubt come back to bite us at a point further down the road. It lowers the bar for the next “PP” who is most certainly biding their time in the wings. They will come along with their air of certainty and self-assuredness that appeals to our peasant nature, that part that resides in many of us that deeply desires that someone tell us what to do and what to think. We want to be led and will willingly follow most anyone who confidently moves to the head of the pack.

And sometimes those confident folks turn out to be psychopaths.

What is happening, this Keystone Cops-style coup d’etat, is not an anomaly, not something that we simply get past. We think its just about this one man, Donald Trump. Yeah, I wrote it. But this is about an arc of action that has been forty years or more in the making. And its arc is far from complete, may not have even reached its apex. In fact, we may only be witnessing a preview of what could be on our doorsteps at some point in the near future. 

We now have a large group of folks in our society who have a massive distrust of experts, scientists, and the media and are prone to avidly listening to and following any sure-speaking conman spouting conspiracies and accusations that prop up their own prejudices and worldview. They will create strawmen to sell to their eager followers, foils to blame and knock down even as the facts don’t add up in any way.

There is a whole class of folks like that now. Some of them might have seen the Giuliani dog and pony show yesterday as a prime example of pure truth-telling. Sure, it’s crazy and doesn’t really make any sense at all, falling apart under close examination. But these folks aren’t looking to dispel falsehoods. They aren’t willing to look closer and will take it at face value. After all, it was said with such confidence that it must be true.

That is going to be a problem for a long time to come and how it manifests itself should be of concern to us all. I’ve been worried about this time for decades now. The arc was evident even back in the late 70’s and early 80’s and has been accelerating more visibly for the past 25 years.

Vonnegut could see it as could many others. It’s easy to see but hard to avert or combat. The damage is done to our foundations now and there will be more if we fail to shore them up. Whether we can repair our foundation is in question.

Answers?

You got me there. Just keep grinding, I guess. Keep slogging forward and try to do good things and set good examples. Try not to hate.

It’s all I know to do. 

Have a good day and do something good.

Slog Days



“How can it be that I’ve never seen that lofty sky before? Oh, how happy I am to have found it at last. Yes! It’s all vanity, it’s all an illusion, everything except that infinite sky. There is nothing, nothing – that’s all there is. But there isn’t even that. There’s nothing but stillness and peace. Thank God for that!”

― Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace



Yesterday was one of those hard days in the studio. Nothing seemed to work. I felt like I was breaking in a new sets of hands and eyes and my mind was bouncing off the walls instead of locking in on the surface on which I was working. It was frustrating and I found myself early in the afternoon with a burning ball of anxiety in my gut, exactly the opposite feeling that my work normally produces in me.

It was just a slog. It reminded me of some of those days when I worked in construction and things weren’t going well. I remember standing in mud and falling snow early in the morning with a day of hefting chimney blocks up a ladder ahead of me. I was filled with a tired kind of dread.

I wanted to be anywhere but there but that wasn’t an option. So, I just put down my head and slogged onward and upward. God, what  long and awful days those sometimes were. Cold. Wet. Aching and tired with a simmering anger of dissatisfaction just below the surface. 

My life is different now. I am not cold and wet. Well, most days, at least. And I ache in different ways and my tiredness is different as well. But I still have days of simmering dissatisfaction and anxiety.

Yesterday was one of those. A log, as I said.

I took a break in the afternoon and took a walk in the cold wintry air. Walking among the trees of the local cemetery under a slate colored  high sky changed my focus. It took a while but after some time it got better. Cleared the debris that was cluttering my mind. Then, it wasn’t a matter of trying to force something out of me now.

Just being alive under that  the air of that infinite sky among the silence of the graves.

Just a small thing but it changed so much. It settled me and made me feel more connected to the world.

And that’s a good thing. It’s always good to put a slog day behind me.

Makes me look forward to being at work today. 



The painting at the top is a 12″ by 12″ canvas from several years back called Placidarium. I chose it because its feeling, for me, represents what I am shooting for in my days in the studio. A placid place with color and space for the mind to explore. The fact that it it here in the studio is a mystery to me. It’s one of those pieces that felt right from inception to completion. Even now, it brings me a great deal of satisfaction to take it in. But that’s how it is sometimes– the pieces that resonate most with me are often the last to leave me now.

And that’s okay because it means I get to live with them a bit longer.

Scorched Earth



I only understand friendship or scorched earth.

– Roger Ailes



I normally don’t like to put quotes up by those people who I find reprehensible but this short quote above explains so much.

It’s from Roger Ailes, the late serial sexual abuser and fired head of Fox News. It was Ailes who served as the engine driving the darker aspects of cable news that feeds American public willing to believe even the most suspect drivel so long as it fit in with their own beliefs and prejudices. 

He was also a confidant, adviser and friend to the current president.*** 

And I would bet my life that if he were to be asked whether he agreed with this short statement from Ailes, he would most likely say, “Yes. Bigly.

As I said, this explains so much.

A scorched earth policy, for those of you not familiar with the term, is a military tactic where a retreating army destroys anything that might be of use to their opponent. It usually means burning fields, destroying buildings and homes, disabling utilities and so on.

In short, making that place practically uninhabitable for some time to come.

Now, some businessmen like Ailes and his ilk like to think of themselves as warriors and treat transactions like combat and their business rivals like enemies. Anything goes in trying to win. If someone does not side with you, you destroy them in any way that keeps them from opposing you now or in the future.

Scorched earth.

While, this ugly and often cruel method may be somewhat acceptable solely in a business environment, where those involved put themselves there by choice, it is not one that can be transferred to governance.

Governance is for the totality of the citizens. Even those who do not vote for you or those who openly protest when your policy decisions adversely affect them. To preside over a nation means you act as a caretaker for that nation.

All of it. Every person in that land.

That is not a concept the current president*** understands or accepts. He sees anyone who stands in opposition to him, even in a perfectly civil and legal manner, as being an enemy that must be punished if not destroyed.

For the past four years he has viewed more than half of this nation as his enemy.  

He never looked out at the people of this nation and simply saw nation of American citizens to whose care he was entrusted. He saw the crowd as being his people and his enemies. Those who would protect him and those who would attack him. They were always broken into two camps. 

And from day one, he has put that perception to the test. He never tried to bridge the gap to bring the two sides closer together, never sought to extend a hand of help or unity. In fact, he seemed to take pleasure in punishing or taunting his perceived opponents. And the more he taunted and punished his enemies, the more they spoke out against him and the more his people defended his every move, even his most egregious actions. 

And the divide grew wider. Now, much to his delight, his people see the other side as their enemies, who they wish to hurt and destroy.

Scorched earth style.

The unfortunate truth here is that in their adulation of this selfish fool, they are willing to scorch the very land where they live.

Their economy. Their security. Their democracy. Their future. 

It is obvious that the president*** has lost and by a wide margin. When all is said and done, his opponent may have over 80 million votes with a 51% majority that gives him a nearly 4% gap of victory.

That is an overwhelming defeat in any election. 

Yet, instead of now heeding the voice of the American people, he would burn the soil and homes of this land before he retreats. He is setting fires every day before he leaves with the hope that this country will be so ablaze that the next administration will be facing an impossible task in putting out the many fires in trying to stabilize the nation.

He has proposed a war with Iran. He has gutted vital defense departments and tried to our make open to our foes military methodology and secrets. He has sped through the sale of public lands to his business cronies. He has attacked our very democracy through is constant and unsubstantiated accusations of voter fraud.

Just this morning, he fired his head of election cybersecurity because his statements verifying the security of this year’s elections didn’t line up with the false and flawed narrative he and his cronies are feeding to his people.

In my eyes, this president*** has not shown any real love for this country or the people in it. He loves the power and prestige of the office, loves the perks and the constant flow of attention and adulation he receives in that role. But when it gets down to the nitty gritty, he doesn’t love the people of this country. Certainly not those who he sees as his enemies.

And not even his people because he sees his defeat as their failure, not his. They didn’t do enough for him.

A lot of these folks will be badly hurt by his scorched earth tactics but he will try to keep a bridge or two open for them. But it’s not done out of love for these folks. They have failed him and he will never fully forgive them for that. But he knows he may want to use them again in the future, either for protection or for profit. Most likely for profit. 

As it is with any good conman, you don’t give up on your marks until you get everything you can from them.

Then it’s scorched earth once more.

Let’s hope he doesn’t fully burn this joint to the ground on his way out. For ALL our sakes.

 

Once…

 



“There is a time in the life of every boy when he for the first time takes the backward view of life. Perhaps that is the moment when he crosses the line into manhood. The boy is walking through the street of his town. He is thinking of the future and of the figure he will cut in the world. Ambitions and regrets awake within him. Suddenly something happens; he stops under a tree and waits as for a voice calling his name. Ghosts of old things creep into his consciousness; the voices outside of himself whisper a message concerning the limitations of life. From being quite sure of himself and his future he becomes not at all sure. If he be an imaginative boy a door is torn open and for the first time he looks out upon the world, seeing, as though they marched in procession before him, the countless figures of men who before his time have come out of nothingness into the world, lived their lives and again disappeared into nothingness. The sadness of sophistication has come to the boy. With a little gasp he sees himself as merely a leaf blown by the wind through the streets of his village. He knows that in spite of all the stout talk of his fellows he must live and die in uncertainty, a thing blown by the winds, a thing destined like corn to wilt in the sun.”

― Sherwood Anderson, Winesburg, Ohio



“Suddenly something happens; he stops under a tree and waits as for a voice calling his name.

I’ve only read bits and pieces of the writings of Sherwood Anderson but the paragraph above always knocks me out. It feels like he was somehow following me from his distant past and witnessed me stopping under ten thousand trees through the years, waiting for that voice to call out my name. He saw the uncertainty that marks my living days and saw my early recognition of our mortality, that those living days must someday end.

I want to say that I like this bit of prose simply because it’s a beautiful piece of writing but even now, my own uncertainty won’t allow that. How do I know what is good or beautiful?

It just feels that way to me because it comes so close to the bone, leaving me cut to the core.

Maybe that’s the definition of beauty.

Who the hell knows?

Anyway, just wanted to share it today along with a song from Glen Hansard that has that same close to the bone feel. Here’s his Say It To Me Now from the film, Once. The small painting at the top bears that same title, not by accident, and is at the West End Gallery. Have a good day.



Idolatry

Frantisek Kupka- The Black Idol (Resistance) 1903



Man’s mind is like a store of idolatry and superstition; so much so that if a man believes his own mind it is certain that he will forsake God and forge some idol in his own brain.

–John Calvin



Some things never change, right? The French theologian John Calvin wrote this nearly 500 years ago and it certainly holds true today. We are experiencing it firsthand with ample evidence being demonstrated over the weekend.

I am just going to leave it at that this morning. No further comment except to say that eventually all false idols and false prophets experience a fall and it is seldom a pleasant one.

Now, you get out there and have a good day!