I've been thinking about writing a web diary for some time but hesitate to perpetuate the rampant narcissism of our cyber-world. That's me always a rebel and opposer:
ORIGIN late Middle English : from Old French opposer, from Latin opponere (see opponent ), but influenced by Latin oppositus ‘set or placed against’ and Old French poser ‘to place.’
I'm getting ready to hang a show of my most recent paintings. I worked hard to be one of those event planners who was organized and prepared, blah, blah, blah. Instead I'm making my best work since a long time...at the last minute. I mixed a big pot of dark purple last week and obliterated 4 canvases that were part of that yucky "organizing for the show group". They have turned into something that I look forward to observing with other observers.
Today is for observing the critical self aka. witch/bitch that always tells me to stop being sooooo _______ creative, spontaneous, forgetful, in-the-moment. Apparently, according to Eckhart, one can step alongside the bitch and watch her make a bloody fool of herself, laugh and then carry on Being. By the way, if you read my shit you will notice that I am not, nor will I ever be, correcting grammatical errors or using politically correct -ease (tongue out, blowing raspberry) Ok, so, even I am detecting an angry teenager tone but it's only my first day writing down this boiling cauldron of burnt.