Morphogen is a collaboration between my friend Reid and I. I created the music. Reid added the visuals. We called it Morphogen.
You can read more Reid at http://www.readreidread.com
Here is the link to the audio/video collaboration:
We called it Morphogen.
The one thing that I love more than individual creativity is when someone adds to that individual creativity through spontaneous collaboration. Collaboration in and of itself can be a pain in the ass but, when one artist is inspired to enhance the work of another and just does it without having to painstakingly consult with the other…
well this is what the creative commons is all about:)
You can read more Reid at http://www.readreidread.com
The sixth member of the Spice Girls that no one ever talks about is releasing her first album. I wasted approximately four minutes of my life today modifying an advertisement in hopes that she will use my album cover idea…
This really doesn’t do any good things for my visual arts career does it?
This is our son Ezra’s first official drum. He is now 3 months. I sat him on my lap and he naturally put both his hands on it. His technique isn’t the greatest but it’ll improve with time and practice.
Naturally, he will gravitate toward the activities that his mom and I do. Drumming is a huge part of my life and it will be a part of his experience too. Will he be a musician or drummer? Part of me hopes not. If he does pursue this, I pray he will just enjoy it for what it is without attaching too many hopes and dreams to it.
Regardless, we won’t force into hockey either because my dreams of being a NHL all-star never manifested. Children happen for completely selfless reasons and it is a huge shame that parents get caught up in their own agendas for their kids. He will learn healthy boundaries but is he free in the sense that he has his purpose and path.
I will always honor that.
We found him.
Osama Bin Baby…
He wasn’t like the other guy hooked up to a kidney dialysis machine in a cave that you couldn’t find for a long time even though your military has satellites that can read the face of dime on the street.
This is my latest art piece.
It’s modern and represents the modern struggle between being and becoming. Life can be chaotic but we can find simplicity in tension if we seek it. There is a principle in Aikido that recognizes that force is not to be met by force. If force comes at you, then let it go to where it wants to go and use its energy to send it on its way…
Art in itself, is subjective. The brilliance of this piece is that it captivates and invites the viewer to expand their mind by asking provoking questions about identity, freedom and captivity.
That being said, the picture you see above is the result of me sanding a recently patched hole in cupboards that I was renovating.
My friend Reid reminded me that art exists in the mind. I showed a number of people this picture and they (probably blowing smoke up my ass) told me how great or intriguing it was… possibly my best work.
Life has always been an inter-active co-creative event. At times, experience is like a choose your own adventure novel. Other times, it seems like shit upon shit is being thrown at us. Like dodge ball (except with shit). Every single time we have two choices: React or Respond. Either way, we will create with life.
This brings me to the ‘Art’ in love, art & fear. On one side of us is fear. The other, love. Here we are in the center of everywhere with a choice to make, conscious or not.
For years I have identified myself with being an artist and it has kept me in a box. While we are artists because we create every day, this idea can be yet another limit that we place upon ourself. I am so much more than just an artist. So are you. You make a difference in this world. Maybe you don’t realize what an impact you have on those around you but I’m sure if you had the opportunity to see how effective you are, you’d be surprised. Assholes have an impact too but I’ll assume that you’re not an asshole because assholes do not read this blog.
My point, if I have one is that we don’t need to call ourselves ‘artists’ because that is an inherent part of our function as beings. Try creating a dance to express stillness. Using words to describe silence won’t work either. All words can do is point to it. The same is true for us as creative beings. Our life points to something. At the end of our experience, our entire life will stand up, point and say “There. Look. It is what it is.”
This is our painting.
Our life says something to the universe. Are we creating life as we want to be remembered by? Are you saying what you want to say?
… but is it art?
It is all art. Look around and find something that was not created. Every single inter-action we have on a daily moment to moment basis is creative. Calling myself an artist or doctor keeps me limited. It is as fulfilling as it is meaningless. What I mean is that it is neutral. Each day is a blank canvass. The power to create is not in talent, degrees or end results…
The power is in the blankness of the canvass and our willingness to engage creativity. That is where potential lives. That is where mystery abounds.
There are two black holes in the mind.
They are twins.
One is named Hope and the other is Despair. They created each other from a broken mirror and yet their parents are fear and desire. Hope and Despair used to play together when they were kids. Now they don’t see eye to eye.
Hope would always tried to console Despair and for a moment they’d laugh. Then as sure as day, something would happen to Hope and Despair would take control again. He always wanted control. He felt he knew better.
Throughout all of their history together, neither of them would reconcile. It became a perpetual power struggle. Hope would try to subdue Despair. Even if that meant lying about reality and pretending everything was great. Despair was always a realist. Some would even say he was a cynic as he would often point to evidence of what didn’t work. It was like he would just bring up past failures. This made Hope sad. All this was just negative experience belonging to the past.
To their very last days they fought each other without realizing who their parents were. Sure, they were siblings but that did not mean anything to either of them. After all, Hope and Despair were different. Surely, they weren’t related. Hope always thought she was better than Despair. Despair just thought his sister’s head was in the clouds.
One night, on their way home from a political rally they began to fight. Despair was driving as they swerved into on-coming traffic.
They both died instantly after a head on collision with Freedom.
Freedom is feeling well and resting as we speak.
This is an art piece that I commissioned an artist named Rusty here in the city to do:
Years ago I woke up laughing from a dream I had in which someone was wearing this shirt. I had never thought of the Flintstones as gay couples before that night. I must have had ingested some hot peppers earlier or something. I have no idea why my brain does what it does but nevertheless, I had the template made.
I’m undecided if I’ll actually make shirts to sell because of copyright laws but I am within my right to post it because it falls under ‘fair use’ in copyright law.
This brings up an interesting point from an artist or intellectual property perspective. Intellectual property rights are typically about commercial control. Art is about art. I understand that if you are profiting from an image or song then you want to control those assets for as long as possible.
From a growth perspective however, it makes way more sense to set your idea free in order for it to evolve, be remixed or replaced as necessary. Otherwise we end up an eternal Pepsi generation that knows nothing other than mainstream force-fed shit.
After writing all of that, I think that I will make a small run of these shirts just to break that law and sell them for the pride parades. I think that gay people would eat that shit up (no pun intended).
I would not however do this to an up and coming artist. What I mean is that I would not steal a new work, stamp it as mine and sell it but I do believe in copyright limits. After a certain number of years circulating in the commons an image or song should become public domain. Popular images already have a good portion of mind-share and we could become so much more if we were facilitated in variety.
That’s the way I see it though but I do not control millions of dollars in intellectual property so take it for what it is and have a gay old time.
Personally, I think that Gazoo frightened them into each others arms but that is a different story altogether.
New Year. New painting.
This one is called ‘Diffuse’. Art is an outpouring of our inner process. I have said before that this process has zero to do with paint on canvass. As a Human Being, by default; you are an artist.
Each day we create with words, thoughts, intentions and actions. We can never really control life or prevent bad things from occurring but we can change perception and what we do with the given circumstance. For better or worse, we are here to create. Life is our medium.