A perfect description of an artist (albeit not as a young man). I could see the gallery owners drooling for his work. I’m guessing he found them annoying.
I read the article about the humble artist from NYC. It got me thinking that he is an exception to the rule. Humans are not at all Humble. I am thinking solely in our relationship to Nature. We are the complete opposite of Humble.
We humans want to dominate and destroy, and then we look wide-eyed, pretending to be an innocent doe, when Mother Nature says "Enough, you foolish little humans."
The most important question of the day is when humans will understand and acknowledge our place? (Short answer: It is not where it has been for the ladt 400 years. Change seats) You opened the door to an important discussion, @Rene, one most humans fear to enter. Deep down we know the answer.
Couldn't agree more, Perry. We are a problem for Nature since we came to be. However, we are young and foolish as a race. We lack the empathy necessary to live in accordance to natural laws, but through baby steps we'll learn. It won't happen in our lifetime, but it'll happen in a relatively near future. Thank you for your great insight! 🌱
The Artist did tug, and reap a tear for his daughters.
I sent your painted bunting to a birder friend in Portland Oregon who lives a highrise above the Columbia River Tributary and watches various species fledging from her balcony as they evolve and thrive in the City.
I absolutely LOVED this piece. Yes, rarely have I heard true artists call themselves an artist. This man sounds like he was phenomenal and what a wonderful occasion to have met and interacted with him.
Thank you for sharing him with us. I wish I could have known more about this fascinating man. ❤️
Thank you, Michele! What's fascinating about his case is the fact that he care for his art more than anything else. His hands would bleed and blister and yet, he wouldn't stop.
Thank you for this story but I would have to strongly disagree with the idea that one should not refer to oneself as an artist or rather that it is inelegant. I spent years supporting artists and artistic institutions because I was an artist who was afraid to outwardly express my creativity. I think that if I had given myself that title earlier in life it would have saved me a lot of personal pain and grief. Perhaps, another way to look at is that we are all artists but in adult life the easy artistic expression and life of our "inner child" gets squashed and if we are fortunate we find a path to reclaim it.
A perfect description of an artist (albeit not as a young man). I could see the gallery owners drooling for his work. I’m guessing he found them annoying.
Very. But it was amazing to watch him work. He knew what he had in mind. When he started doing well, I was so happy for him!
A privilege I imagine! Good story. You’re a good man.
Thanks, Patris! 🌹
I read the article about the humble artist from NYC. It got me thinking that he is an exception to the rule. Humans are not at all Humble. I am thinking solely in our relationship to Nature. We are the complete opposite of Humble.
We humans want to dominate and destroy, and then we look wide-eyed, pretending to be an innocent doe, when Mother Nature says "Enough, you foolish little humans."
The most important question of the day is when humans will understand and acknowledge our place? (Short answer: It is not where it has been for the ladt 400 years. Change seats) You opened the door to an important discussion, @Rene, one most humans fear to enter. Deep down we know the answer.
Couldn't agree more, Perry. We are a problem for Nature since we came to be. However, we are young and foolish as a race. We lack the empathy necessary to live in accordance to natural laws, but through baby steps we'll learn. It won't happen in our lifetime, but it'll happen in a relatively near future. Thank you for your great insight! 🌱
Beautiful story! What happened to this man and his work? You leave us with a happy ending, but it's also a beginning.
There's a part 2 coming up in the near future. Stay tuned! Thank you so much for your lovely comment!
The Artist did tug, and reap a tear for his daughters.
I sent your painted bunting to a birder friend in Portland Oregon who lives a highrise above the Columbia River Tributary and watches various species fledging from her balcony as they evolve and thrive in the City.
I certainly brightened her day,
Beautifully Done!
Your comment brightened mine! Thank you, Michael!
"office people are like robots" I don't think that's NY exclusive.
I'd love to see his sculpture. What happened to him?
You're worse than me as far as patience is concerned. Everything shall be revealed in its due time. :)
Got to strike while the iron is hot! 😅
I absolutely LOVED this piece. Yes, rarely have I heard true artists call themselves an artist. This man sounds like he was phenomenal and what a wonderful occasion to have met and interacted with him.
Thank you for sharing him with us. I wish I could have known more about this fascinating man. ❤️
Thank you, Michele! What's fascinating about his case is the fact that he care for his art more than anything else. His hands would bleed and blister and yet, he wouldn't stop.
Wow! That’s dedication!
Thank you for this story but I would have to strongly disagree with the idea that one should not refer to oneself as an artist or rather that it is inelegant. I spent years supporting artists and artistic institutions because I was an artist who was afraid to outwardly express my creativity. I think that if I had given myself that title earlier in life it would have saved me a lot of personal pain and grief. Perhaps, another way to look at is that we are all artists but in adult life the easy artistic expression and life of our "inner child" gets squashed and if we are fortunate we find a path to reclaim it.
We shouldn't have to give ourselves "titles". Just like we shouldn't call ourselves "good" or bad artists. My two cents.
That would be even more ideal and definitely good and bad are highly subjective.