For most of my adult life I have had one recurring dream. Not a nightmare, just an intriguing dream. And perhaps somewhat premonitory: I am, in different scenarios, (dreams do that) about to fail my High School math final. I didn't in real life, but just by a hair. I did actually fail miserably my college math final in Geneva.
In retrospect, the best I can figure this is that I was never cut out for math or science, for which I hold the greatest of respect by the way.
Although I never much thought about art prior to my coming to the states, I have thought of little else since. Artistic and scientific minds mingle, cross paths, but essentially go about it, that is life, in different if not opposite ways. It's not about whose better at it, it's about which are you better at.
There are also more ethereal matters such as faith, calling and destiny. But down here on the ground which usually are determined by others after we pass. Meanwhile as an artist, you go out on a limb, bear your soul while you go about creating your own world.
And to what end, to find inner peace, happiness, fulfillment? But what is the artist's contribution? Or perhaps on a loftier level: mission.
Well, it's definitely not about the meaning of or the road to supreme consciousness. I believe that on an earthlier plane we can create emotional responses from the viewer. We can communicate and tell a story. And to me this is a worthwhile goal: stimulating imagination.
Although not apparent, we live in extremely exciting times. Creatively, just look at the arts: movies and music as well as painting and photography. And maybe long after we pass, this period, the early XXlst. Century will be remembered as the second renaissance. We're due for one as it is.
Enjoy the site, have fun, and don't let anybody tell you what you should do.
We always look for answers to life, but never ask ourselves, was there ever a question.
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