My mom is, well, my mom. She has been many things over the course of her life, a choir director and church cantor, a master gardener, a cellist in the St Anthony community orchestra, a ceramists, a china painter, a writer, a crazed knitter and for the last 6 years an obsessed–beyond–reason crossword doerer. While she has been all of those things, the thing that she has been the most, and she will be the first to say it, is still a mom. The second thing she has been the most, although it isn’t listed as one of her roles above, but more so because of them, is an inspiration. Continue reading “32,850”
My toilet has been running for about three months. Although I’ve been to Home Depot multiple times during those three months, I have yet to purchase the requisite replacement tank innards, even though it is a simple job. At first it was out of pure laziness. Then after thinking about it for a while it was more out of stubbornness, like I was thinking to myself, “I replaced those innards only 15 years ago… they should still be good for another 15 to 20 years. They sure don’t make toilet innards like they used to.” Then I thought to myself, “Holy crap I’m starting to sound like my mom. I gotta stop thinking this type of stuff to myself. I should just fix the dang thing and forget I ever even had those thoughts… and who says tank innards anyways?” Continue reading “zen (part two)”
I often hear people reference and quote Martin Luther King Jr. using his name as I just wrote it. I also hear people use the variations MLK and Dr. Martin Luther King or just Dr. King. I rarely see the use of his other title whether spoken or written, the more formal title of The Reverend Doctor. I find this curious as King was by his own accounts, as I have come to understand it, first and foremost a Christian minister and considered his civil rights work to be largely the result of his larger Christian ministry, influenced first and foremost by the Biblical teachings of Jesus. This aspect of King is often omitted or downplayed when discussing him as a civil rights leader. Perhaps the exclusion or overshadowing of his title as Reverend and as such, his faith, shouldn’t shock me as there seems to be a deliberate push away from all that religious “gobbly gook” in favor for a more “logical” and “reasoned” scientific approach to the universe around us. While I won’t tell anyone else how to think or what to believe by way of faith and spirituality, this tendency to stray away from the religious “hocus pocus” does bother me a wee bit. Continue reading “april 4th (short version)”
From the people to the conversation to the art on the wall, last night was magical. I want to thank everyone who was able to attend the opening reception and gave the gallery such a wonderful air of community. Your support for the visual arts in Minneapolis is one of the things that make this city such a wonderful place to live. I also want to thank the artists for sharing their amazing talent and giving us such a great reason to gather. (to see a few images from the opening… continue reading) Continue reading “danke schön”
The Blue Room at the Rogue Buddha Gallery is all dressed up for tomorrow evening’s opening. Hope to see you all then, Cheers!
Sitting in a gallery, alone, at night, takes on an air of solemnity. The last vestiges of incense burnt earlier during gallery hours seeps into the stillness of the moment as the eye meanders from one painting to another. There’s no rush. The softly falling rain outside adds to the calmness, even the word Zen feels too harsh to describe the mood. Continue reading “zen”
Since I took the time to post my painting Metanoia while shrouded in bubble wrap, I thought it perhaps prudent to share with you what the painting actually looks like. Also, this might be a good opportunity to share some thoughts on the painting… Continue reading “metanoia”
My painting Metanoia went to its new home recently. As I was wrapping her for transport in her Cellophane Bubble Shroud (the name of my next metal band), I couldn’t help but notice she kinda looked neat popping through the bubbles. Ha, pun intended, wonder if I can fit one more into this post. Whatever the case I liked the look so took a photo. Perhaps there’s a bit of a pop artist in me yet…
If you’re anything like me, you most likely take a lot of things in this world for granted; the sky is blue, gravity is real, the new Viking’s stadium is the ugliest building ever constructed in all of human history. Wait a minute… gravity is real?
Without getting into the technical gobbily gook and saying something that will undoubtedly illicit technical reactions from those of the pocket protector ilk (no offense intended, I happen to love pocket protectors and the ilk that use them), let me say that I am speaking in generalities as an uninitiated novice in the religion of science. I may also just be speaking total gibberish for what its worth. Continue reading “everything is theory”