Day 2: Distraction--Progression of a Painting
When I was just a wee one, I loved Shel Silverstein's Where
the Sidewalk Ends. One thing I really enjoyed doing was
reading the book while going to the bathroom and bringing
colored pens in with me. For some reason, I filled in every
single letter Æoê in the book. ThatÕs what was going through
my mind when I started filling in all the handprints. I truly
believe that everyone does what they do to distract themselves
from the happenings in their own mind. Some think that creating
is a natural extension of the mind but I donÕt think so. I
think the mind is a sad, lonely sphere and it is the human
spiritÕs or the human bodyÕs instinct to avoid such loneliness.
Thus, everything from sex to art, drinking to phone conversations,
cooking to showering -- it's all a way for us to distract
ourselves from thinking about our own existence-as a solitary
human on this beautiful mud ball.
And this drives people to seek out others, to seek out one
in particular. It gives energy and encouragement to people
to go out with friends, to find that special lovey-dovey,
and cohabitate and procreate and just plain old recreate.
That special someone who makes the water falling from the
sky become a rain-falling symphony, who makes you add another
squirt of whipped cream to the ice cream because you can already
see the smile on her face when she sees it, and that someone
who links their finger in your beltloop as you walk down the
IÕve often wondered why you never see happy self-portraits?
People always paint or draw themselves as being very serious
or sad. To circulate my discussion, please re-read the paragraph
Go back, go
forward, or start over.