…that is my question.
Sometimes the two are in sync, and sometimes the are diametrically opposed.
Tossing this idea about is by no means a decision on which way to act. I’m simply tossing this idea about. The larger problems of this world are not within my power to fix. Although I just cannot help think about this today.
In the days of old before modern medicine, when a baby was born premature, sickly and too small to survive, it was either killed, left out for animals to eat or would eventually die on its own. It was a rare baby that would survive being born premature.
So so sad… So so sad. Sad beyond any words can describe.
It is the common thought in our society today that the act of sacrifice is barbaric. We now have the ability to help premature babies survive and we very often do just that. Many times, the child thrives, yet often the child does not thrive. Many times the baby lives without thriving. And how many lives that would otherwise thrive would now be compromised because of the amount of resources given to keep life in this child’s body? Including that child living an extremely difficult life.
My question today to myself, which one of these is more barbaric. Which one of these is more about love? I don’t really mean love in the “I love this baby” complexity of it, but love for the greater picture of survival… Of truly thriving, not simply surviving.
Protecting the small and the meek is something strong people and strong societies should do. We are human beings. How much are we compromising the strength of each of our beings and the health of the planet ?
Fracking, strip-mining, gas-lines/pipelines… Landowners struggling in many corners of the world willingly give their land over to oil and gas companies because the cost of living is just too high. They need to support their families. This is one of the arguments. One of the largest cost in all of our lives is the price of health care and one of the largest costs in health care is premature baby care and elder care.
So my question today is what is Love? Love can be selfish. Sometimes it can be blind. But can blind love help our society thrive?
Sorrow is as as well an important piece of being human. Sometimes the decisions we might need to make as a society are all about Love. It is really hard to be staring down the bigger pictures of this world without sounding heartless.
The larger problems of this world are not within my power to fix.
Come Join us for the World Preview of Fred, Val & Ulla’s Collaborative Book. This coming Sunday, Nov 2nd 2014, 2-4PM. There will be refreshments served, an exhibit of the prints, and unveiling of the book, books for sale and prints for sale.
We are not listed on the Calendar because we are a last minute POP-UP show….
I am an adjunct Professor of Art. I have been an adjunct for over 20 years. I love teaching. Its an incredible joy and as well as it keeps me in touch with the mind of the young artist. It also keeps me in touch with the network of other artists, shows, etc. Without it I would be more isolated from the art world. In the absence of a fulltime teaching option, I feel I need to keep adjuncting. Although, in recent years, I have been getting truly weary of the struggle to continue teaching through this venue. No job security, few benefits if any, flooded email accounts, on & on….
I am wondering what would happen to these universities and colleges if ALL of the adjuncts simply stopped teaching. Just stopped. Even for one semester. Or one year.
It’s kind of an interesting thought. These institutions might actually have adjust their course offerings to support only fulltime positions. Adjust their entire business model to act ethically and responsibly to their teachers.
What a thought!
….Disguised as really lame excuses not to explore anything new… Or not get anything done…. Or blame the other…
I had a student today tell me that after taking the Art Department bus to Chelsea, that he just freaked out about being in New York and didn’t know where to go, what galleries to go to,and what to look for as far as art. He was starving! Found food. Then he went home. And I said you got back on the bus to the college? And he said, no I took the train home. So really, he was totally able to function in the city as long as he could blame the city and get the fuck outta there. He was able to figure out how to find food, where the train was, what time it ran, how to pay for it and get on it and get home. But he couldn’t find a gallery? What? Fear. Fear of Art!!! Fear of what?
On a lighter note…
I had another student today give a beautiful heartfelt insightful report on Magritte’s “The Lovers”. Although her pronunciation of artists names was so funny that it is inspiring some cartoon characters:
Simon a. Froyd. …. Frightened little guy
Mar Sell Dew Champ … Holding a urinal at all times
Carl Jung (oh right, the same! with a hard J)
Drawing Basics…. Funny class… So sweet….
Within these endless thoughts and reminisces of my mother and her sisters, I wonder why my mom is so alone. Why my father is so alone.
I think everything comes done to fear.
Anger comes down to fear.
Hate comes down to fear.
Suspicion comes down to fear.
So as I showered this morning I stared into the light in the bathroom and I felt “no Fear” for death. Because I’m thinking if we do not fear death in any way, we fear nothing. Then anything is possible, any change, any conversation, any achievement or non for that matter, and any love.
But what is that damn word? And is there a word in English?
I am on a quest today for a word in English that represents fearlessness, without the invocation of fear, or the implication of bravery or courage.. But rather simply.. “Without Fear”
[uh-freyd] Spell Syllables
Synonyms Examples Word Origin
feeling fear; filled with apprehension:
afraid to go.
feeling regret, unhappiness, or the like:
I’m afraid we can’t go on Monday.
feeling reluctance, unwillingness, distaste, or the like:
He seemed afraid to show his own children a little kindness.
variant spelling of affrayed, past participle of affray to disturb, frighten
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