They Sure Knew Their Potatoes

Don’t use the phrase “give in”…………….
Instead, think epiphany, by a life led in searching, realization, age and depth of understanding….Maybe better still is an arc of growth and understanding such as came to Achilles….
I’m reconciling a number of things, all of which are difficult. And what better time than as the “art world ” crumbles and the “dark ages” reappear……
One of those things is my relationship to teaching and legacy. That’s prompted by seeing great artists overlooked along with their life’s work.
So much of what is made, is destined for the ash heap. We live by myths and remembrances; the work is a “snapshot” of our ideas at a point in time…..
All too often we aspire to some shimmering thing and neglect that exquisite reality in front of us, that thing which offers itself to us without conditions.
A beautiful, perfect love is proffered yet the “fantasy” calls louder. I think that is the Sirens song Odysseus protected himself from ………
Those Greeks “sure knew their potatoes”………