I began without knowing to where I was going. I had an idea yet no plan. I found inspiration in the art and mind of Dali.
“Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it.” – Salvador Dalí
I came across a piece of wood. Not drift, more like a slice that had once been in a pallate gang. It grabbed my attention. So, I grabbed it.
Already sprayed with intermittent azure, I dyed the rest of the bored board, blue. Begining with mandalas I tried to give it a new purpose. A voice.
With displeasure, I sanded away the poignant Thoreau truism. Again, I began to dye… the other side.
There are two sides to every story. The ambiguity of this, yet to be told…
I have always cherished the art of Frida Kahlo. She embraced her own image, creating various pieces embellished with flora, fauna, mysticism and realism. I appreciate her raw representation of her own face… of her flaws, imperfections, vices, and idiosyncrasies which we have been taught to cover-up. I ventured to embrace my own (as perhaps we all should) with quick colored pencil and wet paintbrush sketches…
I used to think I was the strangest person in the world, But then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do.
I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too.
Well, I hope that is you are out there and read this and know that, yes, Its true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.
~ Frida Kahlo
I came across this poem… It reminded me of Edgar Guest, it reminded me of the power that we call carry within ourselves, it reminded me to be cognizant of how I think, act, react, interact and live. I hope you enjoy this little reminder too.
If you think you are beaten, you are;
If you think you dare not, you don’t.
If you’d like to win, but you think you can’t,
It is almost a cinch that you won’t.
If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost;
For out of the world we find
Success begins with a fellow’s will
It’s all in the state of mind.
If you think you’re outclassed, you are;
You’ve got to think high to rise.
You’ve got to be sure of yourself before
You can ever win the prize.
Life’s battles don’t always go
To the stronger or faster man;
But sooner or later the man who wins
Is the one who thinks he can!
– Walter D. Wintle, 1905
In light of the Cubs going into the finals, I created a sculpture of the old, boozin’ announcer to watch the games with my Cub-loving beau.
It came out better than I had expected, however there are a few nuances in facial structre that are less than perfect.
Art is never perfect. Life is never perfect. Enjoy the process, enjoy the journey and keep on doing what you do.
Over the past few weeks we have ventured through Washington down the coast on Highway 1 to Oregon and into California. We spent one week just North of San Francisco and finally settled at the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas.
Excited by the idea of a change of pace I felt that the Bay Area would provide that perfect opposition to the life we had been living in Montana. Diametrically opposed they were… cars replaced cows freeways where rivers should be…
It made me sit back and reminisce about Montana. What was it about Big Sky country that was so special? Why was it considered the “Last Best Place”? Originally, I just figured it was a silly grammatically incorrect colloquialism, but now I know it rings with truth.
I decided to make a list of all the things I miss before I forget.
▪The speed limit is almost always 80, winter brings it to a snailspace of 75.
▪There are more cows than people. The people that are there are so warm and familiar.
▪There is NO sales tax. If it costs $1.00 it costs $1.00.
▪The residents have a pride that rivals the Texans.
▪Hiking through thigh deep snow, removing layer upon layer to sit in a natural hot spring forged out of a mountain side.
▪The redundancy of “Big Sky” for business names and everything else.
▪The lack of reliable cell phone reception.
▪Fishing the Yellowstone.
▪The scenery.. and wildlife, especially the moose.
▪Smiles and waves from every car (ie. truck) that passes by.
▪There is only one area code, 406.
▪You can just assume everyone is armed.
▪You don’t have to worry about locking anything.
▪The only time you feel in danger is when you’re hiking alone and you packed snacks instead of bear spray.
“I’m in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana it is love. And it’s difficult to analyze love when you’re in it.” -John Steinbeck
There are so many more reasons why Montana is considered the Last Best Place. I grew to love it… I’m excited to grow to love my new home here as well.