Day One Hundred Ninety: I apologize

So, I was riding my bike with a friend a while ago and we had the most amazing time. Rather, during the duration, there was really no time. I mean, it was give and take, and then mostly only now. It was good. And I love the reaction of the friends when we meet. I smile, I joke. Hopefully I remember. Sometimes i forget.

So, now here I am wondering what I have to offer that is artistic. 


Shall I do something strange,,,, er.. or shall I make something now. 


The issues with this blog  and posting a new piece a day is turning out completely different than I ever thought.


I thought it was always, daily, going to be about the art. and it is. But, six months in... I get to question what art is, what my real contribution is to that and why I care. Why I pursue... what do I hope to gain, to say.


That has nothing to do with the making of the art. But, that is why I am on the path, to challenge myself about what that means, what I mean, what Art means.


So I hang out, meet people, try things. 


Some amusicment is amazing. Some artists challenge my ideas. Some bore me. All of those are amazing. I like to be affected at all.


I am having fun, but still I like to ask questions, to hear answers.  An yet, there you are, the yin to my yang. the dot to my exclamation, the knee to my sigh. And you thwart me. Deny me. You experiment. I appreciate. And it's nice. But here I wonder where that went, that amazing place where finally you challenged me. And I engaged, I listened, I peered, I gleened, I was awake.


Have I listened too long, looked too deep. And what usually happens... you disappeared. I love that you stayed long enough for me to engage. It was good for me. I appreciate your predictability. I needed to go too. I thought too much.


I love watching. It is so good. a blur at best.

Friday, July 9: more than last time of the nonsense and stuff.