There is a buffalo on my desk. He sits there strong and silent. I really like buffaloes. I got to see a lot of them once when I took a tour on Catalina Island about the year 2000. When things get stressed and crazy at work, I draw strength from this small statue. It’s symbolic of what I want to be: calm, cool, and collected all the time. I don’t claim to have achieved this desire yet, it’s a process. Everyone should have a statue methinks.
I wonder how many days I have left alive, would I even want to know? I see each day as a blank canvas to make art. Not art funded by a corporation but rather government funded, street funded.
Having a blog helps me see my life as art.
I may have the best day and feel invigorated because the choices I made worked. Or I may feel down because I took a punch to the stomach, metaphorically speaking, but I hope to get up again. Every day is a challenge to put in place what I have learned to make the day work well, as art. If I make it through the day, it’s happy art. If don’t make it, and stumble through the hours defeated, it’s dark but still art.