What art is, in reality, is in the missing link, not the links that exist. It is not what you see that is art; art is the gap. ~ Marcel Duchamp
Paint your life complimentary
Having turned my nose up, at an early age, to the snobbery of class consciousness, I chose a lifestyle of flirting with privileged poverty. Noodling on high notes, over the heavy base lines of theology and science, I learned to orchestrate and harmonize in complementary colors. Thirteen notes and three colors create worlds of beauty. Your life is painted in the tones and hues of your choice. It’s your opus.
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Poverty
poverty |ˈpävərtē|
noun
the state of being extremely poor: thousands of families are living in abject poverty.
Living in poverty can mean that you are living in an economically disadvantage situation. It can be because of circumstances or it can be by choice.
But there is also the spiritually impoverished, which no amount of money can correct.
- Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven. (Matthew 5:3)
- Think about it.
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The Fisherman
Is he a dramatic man living in a simple world? Or is he a simple man living in a dramatic world?
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Protected Surf
And now I will do what is best for me.
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Diaz vs. The State of Florida
In an actual sociology class (I consider my life to be a class), I had an assignment to sit in on three court cases. There was no mandatory crime, just court.
So, I went into the Jacksonville, Florida courthouse and took my seat. I only remember one case from that day. Continue reading “Diaz vs. The State of Florida”
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The Fearless Fish
Every year on our island, we have a festival celebrating shrimp. Our town, Fernandina Beach, Florida, is the birthplace of the industry, in the United States.
I remember the first shrimp boat race that I went to. It’s many years in the past, but I vividly recall the sun on the water, and the people on the dock. We were spectators to a highly, unusual event. Shrimp boats, decorated with colorful flags were “racing” towards us, on the intercostal waterway.
Every one always cheered for the Dixie Queen. It was the pride of the local fleet. Continue reading “The Fearless Fish”
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Up Close and Impersonal
Highway 90
Traveling through Georgia, in a rusted Toyota, I had the chance to stair out of the window for hours. I saw a lot of what people call nothing; fields and trees, old barns and dangerous looking machinery. The Willacoochee River makes me think of cotton-mouth moccassins and the silence of canoes.
But when I saw this car, I saw a ferris wheel and dart games, the drive in movies, and a drag race. There was a chocolate covered ice-cream cone at the Tastee Freeze, drive-thru.
Daddy Let You Mind Roll On ~
*In the back x-tra cab, I had my Canon and a few lenses. But I walked down an embankment, smelling the stench, of a rotting carcass, with my iPhone 4 in hand.
*Instagram might take days.
*Why be in a hurry, to go nowhere.
