When You Have No Clue

Fifty Million years ago, I was making prints from colored porcelain clay onto print making paper and canvas with colored stains. I see two of these framed pieces on the wall in front of my bed every morning when I wake. I really really hate these pieces, the frames are very nice mahogany, though, and as far as I am concerned this is the best part. These images are of orchids blooming in a fantasy desert scene, which I am sure are stuck in my unconscious mind back somewhere where I do not want to go. The question the images provoke is how sometimes you know you know but you do not want to know. I always pick places where it seems impossible to thrive, I guess. I do not know about this for sure.
It is like the cave painting in Lascaux France which is in a cave in a place where it takes a lot of effort to find and more effort to view, well at least this used to be so. Someone did this for a very good reason. We make up stories from the evidence we see, but we do not know anything about this for sure. The mystery is to me what I enjoy thinking about or it is intriguing, anyways, as Ellen always says.
About 25 million years ago I visited a model home in a classy area near where I grew-up. When you walked into this beyond belief place the first thing visible is/was a painting about two stories high on canvas of a copy of the cave paintings I spoke of at the beginning of my thought, I will never forget that moment. It was astonishing to me. The mere size of this painting has floated inside my minds eye all of my adult life. It must be what it felt like when the first person rediscovered the original cave painting.
This is what I want in my life now.
I just read a post on Sweet pea's blog about something a curator of a show said about creating something astonishing which can not be ignored.
For the next fifty million years of my life I claim this as my goal. Even if it is only seen my little ole me.
Oh by the way, I am still making buttons that my friend Sarazmuz turned me onto trying. Really fun and addictive especially in white wool with bunny fur. Now I need to make a sweater for it to show off.
I like making.

The Concept

Conceptual

What does a button have to do with art? Why would anyone want to make a button in 2014? This question is on my mind this morning, along with the topic of plastic brains, and kinetic sculpture. This reminds me of a time when it was being said that “art” is dead.

I think it is alive.

I think that living is art and for me, myself, art is a living state of mind. Everything is fodder waiting to be used in an artful way. For instance, a plastic toy which is in the form of a very pink plastic brain which when wound up by a human being: walks. Now, it takes energy to make it move, my energy or your energy. Imagine if you will, a parade, a kinetic sculpture parade, with hundreds of walking brains marching down the street. This would be a kinetic sculpture parade, right?

Imagine walking into a toy store to push every button on every toy cat to make it meow, all at the same time. Well, I do this often, just for the fun of it, but this is not a parade, right? Well, maybe it is if we put them in a wagon and someone pulls it while pushing all the buttons as they walk down the street.

These things still take energy. A wind maker is making energy but the wind in motion is making the energy. So it moves. But this is not a parade, either, unless someone marches down the street with turbines. I saw a forest of wind turbines every single time I would drive from Northern to Southern California. I think they are interesting and wonderful.

So, back to the button, it is not art. But it will make a sweater more beautiful. I choose to make things like folded photography with amazing folded lines dictated by the image. Is that art?

It is the concept, it is the idea, it is in the seeing of something that did not exist, before, to look at what is in front of my face, no matter where I am in space or time, this is the purpose, to create.

Oh yes, one more thing, I am so pleased to know that brains are plastic in that they can be changed by practice and creating new grooves in gray matter lighting up neurons that show up on a scan.