Current Art Exhibit. Le's Summit, MO. 2023

This is the Tower at the WW1 Museum in Kansas City. The perspective is from below as reflected in the glass floor. Think of the work of Charles Sheeler from the 1930's. And use your own imagination to revisit familiar views and subjects. Everything can be reimagined. 
 

Courage, my Friends!

Note:This post has lain dormant for untold months if not years. I publish it now as a document from the past which has come to us in the present. Read it as a prophecy. 

I'm struck by the stark question we must all face: 

what do we 

fear more - what Donald Trump will do or 

say or what We will not do or say? 

If I were a betting man, I would place my fondest 

wager on the latter. We must answer for it, while 

DT alone must answer for the former.

Let us face our fears and not catalog the 

frailties of another. 

It is far, far too easy a task to 

look upon another and opine. The nobler task is to look 

into the mirror and not fall down in a heap as we see 

what we have become in our absence.

Courage, my Friends!

What you see is musical score. Or is it? There are recognizable "notes" and there are vaguely drawn references to clusters, massed pitches and mere noise. Why is this seen as a score to play? Is it because of the structure? There is a musical staff - 3 staves to be completely accurate. And yet, the overall read of the "score" is "Art". 

When we see something new, our minds attempt to categorize it and place it in context. What are we seeing? Is it interesting? Is it edible? Is it dangerous? Is it there at all? And then we act.

When we have evaluated the threat-level, we are free to dig deeper if the coast is clear, so to speak. In this case, it's just a presumed musical score. But how do approach it? Can we sing it? Can we play it? Can we really do anything with it? Or, conversely, can we do everything with it?

One of the scariest realizations is when we see that a path has opened for us, we can move forward and there are no rules. We will make up the rules. After we move into the unknown, then the world opens up to us. There are few lions on this path to devour us. Most of the lions are creations of our own making.

Today, when the path opens to you, take it!

Focus. I know what focus is. And I know what focus can do for an image, a mind, a life. And I have a doubt or two or a hundred that my life, my own personal playground, is not in focus. And I am not happy about that condition.

OK. My life is not in focus. What do I do about it? Do I expect change. Not likely without out focus. Back to the beginning. Reset. 

This must be quite a thrill to be reading this. Some guy is not in focus and he's writing. And when will it end...

Focus. I used to have focus. Turn the dial and wait for the image to clear. And then move onto the next square. Regroup. Refocus and move. Repeat until the end of the story. 

Focus. Move. Live. 

The Winter of my Content

It's winter. And my life rolls along. Rolls, rolls, rolls. 
Along.
Alone more than along.
Is it? 
Rolling?
Along?
Alone?
Rolling along alone?
It's winter. And my life rolls. Along. Alone, alone, alone.
Rolling. Rolls alone along the rolls of my life.
All. One. 
My life.
It is Winter all along.
Alone. 
Rolling to Winter alone.
Roll along.
Merrily.
It is Winter.
It is Winter.
It is Winter.
All along.

This world is so contradicted that living in it may seem like trying to solve a puzzle with no solution. It just gets harder and harder. Or does it...? 

Today, I look forward to an upcoming trip to New York City and Princeton, NJ to sing with friends. It's been a long time since I've been in the City and I'm ready. Mentally so. After reeling from the bombing in Boston, I do find the prospects of walking around a major city a trifle unsettling. But I am not cowed by the fear. It's small and manageable. 

The excitement grows in me. We'll be singing for people more unfamiliar with us than familiar. I look forward to sharing our sound. Each step toward the others strengthens my own personal comfort in the process. The Artist in me is honing the Craft. Bring it...

If you find yourself at Trinity Wall Street on Monday, April 29th at 1:00 PM, please join us for some music to heal what ails you. Really.