343. Shoes

So, she hasn't caught on yet. She made the mistake of giving me the password and now I can post whatever I like. Seriously, this will be my last - not just because she'll catch on and change the password, because she will, but because I think this schedule is too much to keep up with. Who knew that someone with such small feet would have shoes that were so difficult to fill?

I think if I were to ever put my hand in and attempt visual art there would have to be some kind of secret quality or part that no one knows. When I hear someone that knows a lot about a particular piece explain the ins and outs and subtleties I can't help but wonder if the artist actually meant it that way. I only know music and there's a certain unexplainable something that happens when you are creating music that tells you you're on the right track. It seems some of the best songwriters are just continually hit with this instinct-type inspiration. I believe that too much technical knowledge can kill the creative. I think at some point we're told that we're not doing it right but really it's just that we're not doing it like everyone else. This is the endless and dangerous paradox: too much kills the truly creative but not enough and you don't have the tools to accomplish your vision. "Learn it all and learn it so well that you forget it," I was told. I'm not completely sure this is possible. That being said - my hidden element or secret in each piece would give me an inner "wink" knowing that all the things the technical art aficionado could say about my piece would be from "them" and not from me...

Steve Martin has a business card he gives to fans that meet him that reads: This certifies that you have had a personal encounter with me and found me warm, polite, intelligent, and funny.

With that in mind, please read this blog post and know that it certifies that you have given me these last 60 seconds and found this post informative, witty, thoughtful and creative.
~Curtis