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Thinking about Solstice intentions. Hard to keep focused and think about what they are. I want to grow, and I want to let go of old angers and hurts. I want to be active in my art practice. I want to create and develop as an artist, curator, while producing murals and projects. I want to read and fill my mind. I want to take care of myself: exercise more and eat healthy. I want to keep an even keel throughout this year of possible large change. I do not want my fears and anxieties to rule me.
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Sketchbook: Today is my birthday. On this new moon of my 53rd year I am thinking about my intentions about life and the future. The quest of living my path pulls me, and dealing with things out of my control are also part of this new year around the sun. I want to be all the things I have intended but also be open to new things. My goal is to grow, understand, and have the wisdom to be flexible and agile in my ideas and dreams. What and where is home is a big question and a source of insecurity and threat. How I want to proceed in the next year is a question. I do not know what my options are, but I know there will be change. Am I ready for it? I am trying to rebuild in the aftermath of the pandemic. My soul and motivation has been tested. I am preparing for the unknown.
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May Day 2021 thoughts. (photo from Fall 2020)
I have not written or post on here since January 2020. What I thought 2020 would be, my hopes and dreams, like everyone else on the planet, we postponed. I sit here at a precipice of change in my life. Trying to figure out where I want to go, how to not limit what I do based on the physical energy I have, and what do I want my life to look like in 5 years. I don’t know. I don’t like uncertainty. The foreboding about the future is mixed in with hope. My self-esteem and joy have been wrapped up in doing things with people and creating events and art that brings people together. The pandemic has knocked me completely down. I have spent over a year treading water and not flourishing, mentally, physically, financially, and creatively. It is May 1st 2021 and I still have not found my bearings. Looming uncertainty about my home has paralyzed me. Looming uncertainty about some of my employment has crippled me. Looming uncertainty about gathering people together has killed my drive. So much empty time has made me empty. I am not one of those artists who found more time equals more art-making, because a giant part of my art is constructing ways for people to gather. I flourish in the exchange of ideas and thoughts in the presence of people. I withered during this time. I don’t know what I want to do with this acknowledgement. But I think it is a beginning to come to a personal reckoning. The world at large needs to also reckon with itself. That is another post.
Begin. Try. Feed the mind. Try Again. Make an effort. Understand. Small steps. Find the path. Walk my path. Try again. Stop escaping into the void of nothingness and inertia. Try Again. Discipline. Try Again. Feed the mind. Try Again. Dream. Try Again. Develop vision again. Have a vision. Be whole. Be wise. Be loving. Be kind. Have a vision. Be my path.
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Sketchbook: Goals and Thoughts
For the many years I utilize the New Year to think about goals. Not in the sense of resolutions, but some loose guidelines for the the year and reminders on the things I forget to remember: #1 is taking care of myself; #2 is developing my own art (the part of life I usually have the most trouble doing for myself); #3 is setting some long term goals through thinking about visions and ideas.
The photo is from my 2019 round. I am far from accomplishing things from a year ago, but I have thought about most of them. I will do another goal board for this year. This year will bring many changes and things I must do. It also brings the opportunities yet to be know or realized.
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You have to like it better than being loved...
For the young who want to
BY MARGE PIERCY
Talent is what they say
you have after the novel
is published and favorably
reviewed. Beforehand what
you have is a tedious
delusion, a hobby like knitting.
Work is what you have done
after the play is produced
and the audience claps.
Before that friends keep asking
when you are planning to go
out and get a job.
Genius is what they know you
had after the third volume
of remarkable poems. Earlier
they accuse you of withdrawing,
ask why you don’t have a baby,
call you a bum.
The reason people want M.F.A.’s,
take workshops with fancy names
when all you can really
learn is a few techniques,
typing instructions and some-
body else’s mannerisms
is that every artist lacks
a license to hang on the wall
like your optician, your vet
proving you may be a clumsy sadist
whose fillings fall into the stew
but you’re certified a dentist.
The real writer is one
who really writes. Talent
is an invention like phlogiston
after the fact of fire.
Work is its own cure. You have to
like it better than being loved.
Marge Piercy, “For the young who want to” from Circles on the Water: Selected Poems of Marge Piercy
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I have been in Logan Square since I was just a kid and it was just a neighborhood. Last night at a discussion about the "art ecosystem" in Logan Square I realized I don't belong here anymore. I love my particular home, it suits me, but my days are numbered. I am not sure what the future holds or where I will go because I have been here my whole adult life.
I miss Logan Square being just a neighborhood. Now it is a destination.
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The terrorist face of America is white supremacy.
As Trump recently calls Antifa “terrorists,” two white supremacist terrorist mass shootings happen.
I know some of my friends are uncomfortable with Antifa’s confrontational self-defense tactics, but the tactics exist as a response to white supremacy and fascism. People in Antifa don’t commit mass murders or kill people. Antifa’s tactics are confronting the white supremacists directly. I respect and appreciate my friends that personally don’t condone the use violence as a defense tactic. But I am glad Antifa are out there existing as this government whips up white supremacy. I know I choose to practice radical love and daily peacefulness, but If I were 30 years younger, I might be punching nazis. I hope everyone can see what is terrorism and what is confrontation and self defense.
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Fathers Day… Thoughts…
I am happy that I know some great fathers out there who are wonderful men and amazing parents. Sending you love on a day that is bittersweet for me (the sweet part is because I know some of you). Thanks for being dads and grandfathers who show love to your families. Happy Fathers day to you. I have always been curious about people who had dads who were nice decent guys, and either they adored their dads, or at least knew they were loved by them and had some respect for them. Fathers Day is not my favorite commemoration because I had a crappy abusive drunk father (who never lived long enough to ask my forgiveness in his old age). I feared that moment, but he has been gone for 20 years or so. I am not a cold person, but when he died, I was relieved and felt released from my fears of him asking me to take care of him when he was old (or him asking a sibling who might actually say “yes”).
These are the only 2 photos that I like of my father: Photo 1) Is of me at 4 or 5 (with that 70s shirt and bangs), our dog, my cousin Jan in the background, and my father at my grandmother’s house before I was aware of, or experienced his abuse. Photo 2) Is of him, when he was young, before I ever knew him, with my cousins Jeff and Bobby (side note: throughout my childhood, I remember Jeff and my father having fist fights screaming at each other when one, or the other, or both were extremely inebriated).
I was always embarrassed by my father, especially when I was a teenager: he was a true binge alcoholic and spent time in jail for DUIs; he occasionally conned people (sometimes with my cousin Jeff—who eventually ended up in jail); and he used people for money for his business (which I was very conscious of because I had to see some of the people he used). I think he also felt entitled to fleece my grandmother, and take the money I had been stuffing away for college from my jobs at the nearby Taco Bell, washing/detailing cars, cleaning houses, and babysitting. My mother always warned me to hide the bank statements. I helped my mother leave him right before I left to come to Chicago. Eventually, he also took money from my single-mom-sister who was struggling to make it. I stopped talking to my father when I was 18 and never regretted it once. Not all my siblings feel exactly like me, and we each had our own versions of our father.
At this time in my life, as I approach the age when my father died, I realize that I have (very long ago) let go my anger toward him and the hurts I felt, but I will never forget them. I have long seen him as a very flawed person who was never happy, was manipulative of others, and was cruel to his family and terrorized us—especially my mother. I think he got away with all the manipulations of others and cruelty for so long because he had the ability to also be magnetic—a true narcissist. In contrast to him, I have been happy despite heartbreaks, losses, and everyday stresses of life. I have tried to fight the good fights, and live a life of service with other human beings towards liberation in a variety of ways. People I’ve met in those struggles for freedom have brought me the most joy in life. I have tried to enjoy the beauty of people despite living in a world that is very cruel to too many of them. I cannot say that my father has had no effect on my choices in life because we cannot change where we have been. Despite my father, I am ok. At least, I know where I don’t want to go.
My very closest friends are very kind to me.
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