Being an Artist

My good friend, Forrest Earl Cooper III, says the word artist as if the word has two "ee" instead of an "i" in it, pronouncing it "arteest." I have always thought of that word when I see someone whose art, whatever the medium, that I find to be truly questionable value wise. Without a doubt, beauty is in the eye of the beholder: art can be found in whatever the artist or viewer decides. I have never understood how some things can be called art, i.e. a painting splattered with blood or a disemboweled animal in a large jar of formaldehyde which strikes a chord through shock or some similar response as opposed to appreciation and inspiration.
I have always appreciated paintings. I buy them regularly on ebay - just won one today matter of fact. It seems appropriate that term art should have some connotation attached to it that the viewer would want to emulate or be able to recreate that at which he or she is looking, feeling, or hearing. Such a producer is worthy of the term artist, without the country twist of adding the "ee" sound to the word.
I guess that there are all kinds out there who have similar desires and feelings, dark or light as they may be. There is a metal band whose lead singer is a pit bull, Caninus; to me a waste of time, to others music. I have absolutely no grasp of how this can be music to someone's ears. Perhaps it is the just the music, but the dog barking? I hear that every night coming from my neighbor's back yard. Funny, I don't seem to want to open the windows and/or back door to bang my head to the "music" coming from that barking beast. I have also heard that there is a band who uses a parrot as the lead singer. You'll have to search the internet for more information on that one.
I guess the long and the short of it would be to say that the artist should always be allowed to exercise that art that he knows best. Maybe the band with the dog as a lead singer grew up watching Eukenuba Dog Show and became fascinated with the animals. I simply pound my fist on the wall when my dog starts barking and his Pavlovian response is to see if that means food. It doesn't mean food, but it also serves to stop the barking.
I would encourage everyone to expand their mind and try to see the "art" from the "arteest's" point of view. What did this person experience that caused him/her to create such a writing, painting, drawing, or fashion such a piece? If you were to close your eyes right now and think about it, you could probably see yourself doing something artistic. Jotting a few lines of a poem, writing a verse of a song, drawing some crude pictures, cracking open an old paint kit and slapping down some colors. I have found that such endeavors move the mind to another place and time. If you can free yourself from the distractions of the present you can focus on the art that you are aiming to create.
I, for those of you who don't know me, am a notorious half-painter. I have at least five canvases covered about half way with paint. I interrupt myself with observations that there is probably something better that I should be doing with my time and I wash my brushes and put the damn thing away. But as I reflect on this aspect of my life, there probably isn't. Why can't I take a couple of hours and focus on something that brings me some modicum of happiness? I don't believe that the world will stop if I paint for a while. It is a sort of meditation for me as there are only the colors to mix, the trees and mountains to fill in (I only paint landscapes), and the textures to complete. Nothing more, nothing less. I should have to exercise both sides of my brain. At times, I think that the left side may be undergoing atrophy to some extent due to the lack of exercise in this respect.
I guess where I am going with this is that I want to paint more, perhaps that will allow me to become more creative in my job. Creative solutions can only help my clients. Being able to think outside the box is important. Seeing the different opportunities to fashion a remedy is a strong suit, and is one that I need to develop. To quote Michael Corleone, "we'll get there, Pop."
On somewhat of a side note, I read some of my old posts today with some reticence. I wanted to see whether they would still strike a chord in me. Does posting my thoughts on different subjects cause me to think more deeply about any particular subject matter. My thoughts are down on paper so to speak, but there is also a disconnect to a certain extent: I don't remember writing them. They still are my feelings on certain subjects, those that are subject oriented of course. The day-to-day mundane observations about what happened in the recent past are a trap as they were me talking about people. Immediately I perceive a problem: I read somewhere (and I remember exactly where) that small people talk about people, big people talk about ideas. It has always been a goal of mine to talk about ideas, as I want to be a bigger and better person. It is a saying like so many others; nevertheless, it happens to be a saying that I have always remembered an d held dear.
So, my promise, dear reader, is to focus more on ideas in general. I may include a smattering of what is going on in my family from time to time, as that will likely be the basis for the core ideal in a round-about way. But my thoughts, which are being laid out here for the sake of posterity, are for my own enhancement-nothing more, nothing less. Being able to focus, concentrate, and sort through a problem is a value that is should not be given short shrift. I am writing to see if it will help me in my struggles as a father, son, and lawyer.
I would bet that the average person cannot concentrate for more than 15 minutes on any given subject. Of course there are exceptions. But the average is of what I am speaking. That is what I am trying to improve for me, myself, and I. My ability to focus on an issue for an extended period of time, probing the possibilities and opportunities, and coming up with an acceptable outcome for those persons I am trying to help. Mayhap that writing will help me do that...
With that, I am done for today.
Ahhh, yes, my thought for the day: just because the monkey's off your back don't mean the circus has left town. Do think about it and its application to a person's life or family. What does it mean to you? Does it mean anything to you? I know what it means to me. Some people will immediately understand from experience. Others, the lucky, smart, or sheltered ones, will never know such pain. Think about it for yourself. To continue on with one of my themes for the day: concentrate on it, and see what you come up with...

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P.S. Your comments will be appreciated as intellectual and future fodder for this old bull.