Late night nonsense

It is interesting at Steemit as I think it brings out the best in most people. I think it firstly forces them to look for quick content but quite soon, that gives way to an exploration of the self. At least for me.

I have posted hundreds of philosophical type things, some psychological, career development, photography, humour and even poetry. Only once before this though, have I posted any of my drawn art. I don't do much now (especially with all of the typing lately) but it has always been something I turn to from time to time for a break or to get thinking.

I am not much of a talent. In my family, that honour will always go to my father. After his stroke last year he is unable to do what he once could but, at almost 81, he is still teaching classes. He has been teaching for 65 year now. His first professional class at 16. I just wrote an article about when passion comes knocking. My dad had two and he started both as a child, painting and teaching. He is another story, for another day. Most likely, one story will not be enough.

For me though, I am happy to get something out that is somewhat close to the images in my head. It frustrates me at times for my imagination well outstrips my talent. My mind doesn't seem to ever give my body a break, so rather than take it easy, it punishes my lack of skill and then looks at the result and feels bad at our combined failure.

This piece was my second ever Indian ink on paper. Money has been a little tight obviously because my equipment is a piece of wire (I found) wrapped around a brush. As they say, a good workman never blames his tools, a poor one has to make his tools. I don't think that is how the saying goes.

Art really isn't about aesthetics for me. It is about creating a reality of an idea, something shareable. I haven't shared much of my art in my life. I do not even know where all of my sketchbooks are. There must be dozens lost in the winds of travel. It doesn't matter. My art is fleeting, not made to endure the test of time. It is there to hold my attention just long enough that my mind can reboot.

We all have art in us. Skill is something different.

Taraz
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