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conNOTEative.

This rusted giant crushed can thingie will not be coming home w/ me.
Here is an example of something i can not make.
i collect things i can not make.
They lie mean-looking, stacked in a wood crate, sometimes disturbed, but mostly waiting to be upcycled.

define work load / budget
define budget / workload
sizes
things you can steal
things you can hand over to someone else
things too large to move

i keep thinking about what am i going to be, what am i gonna do? That is the condition of an artist. i am once again gaining mental ground by stepping away from it all + saying, okay this is it, i am what i am being. Socks up, continue on. Older ideas drop off, some decision are made for you ... others take time.
Instead of having the mind of this is my lot (a lot)... i’m asking, are we all in this too deep to think it was the wrong path? (Perhaps there is a sand bar up ahead.) i am forever trying to redefine my path + concentrate.

When trying narrowing + deepening of a vision i end up w/ a wider swath, bumping into the side walls for lack of focus.

Rest on that.


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16 comments:

  1. india flintAugust 6, 2010 at 5:33 PM

    i'm finding lately that when i stop trying to manage my life and just step back
    something interesting pops up and takes me another pace into the forest

    and
    i could make good use of that can

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  2. Brian MillerAugust 6, 2010 at 8:08 PM

    the beauty of it is you can change it whenever you want...i do like what the elements can paint with old metal...

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  3. UnknownAugust 6, 2010 at 9:55 PM

    I really "get" this post....am I in my comfort zone or reaching for that northern star toward which the essential self aspires? I never know from one moment to the next. Lately it seems the "nonverbal" is the soul mapping. If I can't define it, it's probably where I should be.

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  4. YvetteAugust 7, 2010 at 5:26 AM

    socs up? no I put them down and meditate how now nothing

    love
    yvette

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  5. ceeceeAugust 7, 2010 at 9:19 AM

    To say - I know just what you mean - sounds silly, but I do. Sometimes the working it through is exhausting. I get tired of thinking.
    I bet you have great treasures.
    Catherine

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  6. Caterina GiglioAugust 7, 2010 at 11:13 AM

    there is always a sand bar....

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  7. Harnett-HargroveAugust 7, 2010 at 12:57 PM

    Thank you all for the thoughtful gems.

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  8. New Yorker wannabesAugust 7, 2010 at 2:15 PM

    I am here! Just wanted to say hi. I know I haven't posted in a while but so many wonderful things happening! Hope I'll find the time to post them all lol

    Greetings from Greece
    xoxo

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  9. LYZA'Z MYTHAugust 7, 2010 at 5:56 PM

    Me too, forging deep waters, without compass or map... Watching for sandbars, or perhaps ponies buried in all this that I shovel....

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  10. AnonymousAugust 7, 2010 at 10:43 PM

    meanwhile its good to keep dog paddling in case that sand bar is ahead, and if it is, then
    I'll have a moscow mule.

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  11. tonyAugust 8, 2010 at 8:25 AM

    Beware of people wearing tee shirts saying '‘you can be what ever I want’'........

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  12. TomAugust 8, 2010 at 12:49 PM

    normally i appreciate old junk in the woods, but the waterfall hiding beyond the trees is less rusty.

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  13. Sharmon DavidsonAugust 8, 2010 at 9:22 PM

    As John Lennon said, "life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans"...

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  14. Harnett-HargroveAugust 8, 2010 at 9:31 PM

    Tom, You noticed!

    Sharmon, And never forget it! Thanks for stopping by. -J

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  15. JeffScapeAugust 11, 2010 at 11:48 AM

    That reminds me of the Blue Ridge Parkway for some reason.

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  16. JasmineAugust 13, 2010 at 6:43 AM

    A great image. My magpie eyes see such a great dyepot opportunity there :)

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