When I first heard the word I was curious, so I followed the trail. I started talking to young people who seemed to be different in an intangible kind of way. I followed one. The trail led to a mansion, gated no less. Not being invisible I was finally spotted, looked over, and invited in.
Schlepkey, the name of the homeless children who gather in this mansion. They have taught themselves how to survive and thrive. They taught themselves and each other to grow food, prepare food, make furniture, clothing. They have educated themselves, each in their areas of interest through free classes on the internet and through self exploration and experimentation. Then they teach each other so they have rounded skill sets. They live in a state of natural joy and wonder when they are alone, among themselves.
Schlepkey, it’s the name of the children who possess a key to this mansion.
Do you remember Billie Holiday? Sultry, sexy. Her singing pulled you right in. Does your art do that? What's the magic ingredient? What makes you want to walk right into a painting? What quality in an abstract can draw you in and keep you coming back for years, decades, centuries? What makes a story immortal?
Even among the greats there is a difference. At the local art gallery there was a show that included Picasso, Rembrandt , and many other legends. Among all those incredible paintings was one tiny painting by Salvador Dali. There was so much energy coming from that little painting that it could have been the only one in the whole gallery. Clearly he was a true master of paint, painting, and art and I'm not particularly fond of his subject matter.
I'm curious, how did that energy get in that painting? Are all his works at that same energy level? Does everyone feel it, see it, or was only I drawn to it? I'm a huge fan of Picasso also and it was amazing to see these famous works of art. Yet, it was the tiny Dali that pulled me across the room when I didn't even know what the painting was.
That brings up another remembrance. I was watching a documentary on Michelangelo's sculptures. At the end they showed a room in the basement of the museum that housed his last sculptures that he struggled with. Where the others were polished, refined works of a master at his finest, the ones he struggled with and couldn't finish where the ones I was completely drawn to. They seemed to hold the entire energy of humanity. To me, they where magical and I felt sad that they where locked away from he public. There is a beauty and magic in struggle and the living of life that pulls you in, just like Billie Holiday.
To consider the shear beauty of the celestial bodies, the intrigue, the proximity, the distance, the stories of the Moon. It's ability to captivate us with it's perfect illuminated roundness. It's ability to transport us into the night sky. It's tug on the solar plexus. The depth of darkness without the Sun's rays on it. All is right in the sky so now I can sleep.
Sometimes our benefactors are the ones that push our buttons the most. Yet, they may be the ones that love us the most. No thick skin is actually required, instead, compassion, gratitude, and understanding. They want to help so try saying "Thank you, I'll consider that." Then consider it objectively and make your own decision, it is your business and work after all.
Color is so mundane, bold, subtle, ethereal. Above all, there is no limit to color or to what we can see. Other dimensions have colors we haven't even dreamt of. I find it infinitely beautiful and exciting to explore the immense variation and depth of color in even the most mundane object. When you take the time to actually look at something you fall in love with it. What if we took the time to look at people? Artists fall in love with their subject, whether it's human, object, landscape, or exploration of the mind. Coaches love their clients, teachers love their students. The potential is there to love any thing you examine, anything you look upon. Just look and be open to seeing.
Each generation has a different reality even though we share the same world. If we had less resistance to change, more openness, more curiosity, more willingness to explore, discover, and learn, would our reality be closer? What if we loved adventure? What if we kept moving our bodies and our minds? What if we chose being youthfulness over idolizing youth?
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Creativity isn't about making things well. It isn't even about producing anything. Creativity is about freedom. It's about letting yourself live. It's about letting yourself speak. It's about letting your body move. The product is the collateral beauty of life lived.
On such a day does the Light shine in whether you want it to or not, preferring to wallow in sorrow. The Universe conspires to create beauty and power to keep moving, never to stand still. Never to weep over what it has lost but to rejoice for what it is being.
Shoes. Why do we insist on hurting ourselves? Many fads and fashions appear ridiculous viewed in retrospect. Under the guise of honoring the body, we abuse it. Some things seem to go backwards. Wearing plastic. Living in tupperware™ with a marble counter. Recycling doesn't make it okay. Will we transcend, mutate, or disappear?