Below are the 6 most recent journal entries.
Skillful speech not only means that we pay attention to the words we speak and to their tone but also requires that our words reflect compassion and concern for others and that they help and heal, rather than wound and destroy.
-Bhante Henepola Gunaratana, "Eight Mindful Steps to Happiness"
Don't associate with bad friends.
Don't associate with the low.
Associate with admirable friends.
Associate with the best.
-Dhammapada 78, translated by Thanissaro Bhikkhu
my definition of art.
In all its variations, art is a profoundly fascinating subject. I was born into a family of dancers, musicians, painters, photographers, and teachers. I’ve come to think of nearly everyone in my talented family as being artists. All complete a form of art, and all are artists of one sort or another. I grew up surrounded in art, and yet it took me my entire childhood to truly comprehend its definition.
The etymology of art began in c1225. It is an old English term. Its definition then was limited to being a human skill as an agent, human workmanship, as opposed to nature. This seems to me as being a case of where art can be construed as anything a human does. The general term is; a skill in doing anything as the result of knowledge, and practice. For example, the teachers in my family completed a four year degree, and got their Bachelor of Arts. The social discourses art enables are as lofty and highbrow from academic to philosophical and yet can be appreciated by the most common observer. In 1620 it meant a pursuit or occupation in which skill is directed towards the gratification of taste or production of what is beautiful.
As a child, art meant taking out my box of crayola’s and stealing few pieces of my dads computer paper and drawing pretty flowers and hearts on them for my mother. My parents often framed much of my school work relation to art drawings and paintings. I was being initiated into the world of art without knowing anything more than being declared by my parents as being their “little artist.“ Of course, as the years passed, art took on more meaning and began to expose itself as many other things to me. My ballet lessons in middle school, for instance, and the theatrics of movement. These were obviously a form of art. This was a revelation that open up an acceptance of art in everything. In my teenage years I obsessed over photography, the flow of poetry, interior design and fashionable décor. Anything that had beauty in it, I found it as art.
I believe many forms of art, if not all, are used to portray human emotions. Pablo Picasso, for example was the dominant figure in art of the 1900’s. Picasso was primarily a painter, but he also had a great influence on printmaking, sculpture, ceramics, drawings, and designs for the theater. All modern artists have been influenced by Picasso’s work, either directly or indirectly. He went thru phases in his paintings such as “the blue period” in which all his paintings exerted a blue color in which had an effect of sadness. Then the “the rose period” in which all his paintings were circus clowns, or people that exerted a liveliness to them. He came up with a revolutionary style along with another artist called “cubism” in which figures and objects were represented by geometrical forms.
In the present age artists have stretched the envelope with their freedom of expression to include controversy and questionable uses of materials in their art. For example, in the Fall of 1999 at the Brooklyn Museum there was a great amount of controversy over the show, titled "Sensation," in which centered a painting of the Virgin Mary by a British artist, Chris Ofili, that incorporated elephant dung and cut outs of pornographic images into its design.
Nevertheless, today (it seems) art is and can be whatever the artist wants it to be. To me, it is anything that I find to be beautiful. I am going to school to become a teacher, therefore I too, will be another addition into my family of artists. Of course, art has no doubt always been in the eye of the beholder. I think that’s probably the most fitting definition in general terms. However, I would hope that definition would, to some degree, meet the criteria of being appreciated by objected observation.
Infatuation is a strange thing.
A bony creature thin with feeding on itself.
It is addicted not to its subject, but to its own vain hunger
And needs but a pretty face to fuel its rampant imagination.
It's humid couch and sweaty palms.
It's fleshy carpets ablaze with conquest.
But when conquering is complete,
the blood leaves its limbs and it becomes disenchanted.
Disappointed even to the point of disgust
with its subject, who sits then, like a hollow trunk,
emptied of its precious cargo
and left to fade like defeated naval ships.
A seed relieved of its transparent husk,
to dissolve finally on a rough and impatient tongue.
lie to me
lie to me
take me with all that you are.