Advice to the Artist
Advice to the Artist
Here’s my advice to the artist: Produce, produce, produce
Edit less and let your brush strokes coat the planet far more often. Study others but don’t plan too rigidly based on the discipline of those results.
There’s a gentleman who lives through the woods from me, lives really isn’t quite the right word. He’s really just folklore now, the stuff of legend. The implied contract is complete, he did just that much to be immortalized as a clear value (or lack thereof) in our heads. He did, and admittedly didn’t plan that much, but driven by passion and a mad, keep you up at night furious and spurious drive to,… well, change things. And change them he did, opening up a better, more kinder and less steely result than would have otherwise existed.
So for God’s or Buddha’s or Sagarathma’s or Jah’s sake, produce! not for you but for the rest of us. For he who doesn’t think that the world is in an amalgam of energies, expressed or implied and temper thru the lens of fire and passion doth not live in this world, man. And as the song goes, “I’m frightened by those who don’t see it”. I am, but not more so than those that do but choose to hover back, wait and see, or worse yet use there awareness for self gain at the expense of the mosaic that is our collective energy and splayed action. We are the holy warriors and the planet is in the balance and I nearby recruit you to see thru the beat flow to the truly YOU, cause that’s what I need. The heart of hearts, the indefinable, so how would I know anyways. Produce brother, for the right side. Sing to the high hills Sister, let your ego fade and your spirit thrive! Get up and run, that’s the first step and when you stop running, open your eyes,.
See the world for what it really is,. O I can’t wait to travel this great land and talk to it’s people, to learn their perception and open doorways all the way. My heart is exploding with love and I am unable to stop it and I love all people and things but most of all the world, as it exists in the minds of those who love and use it, the artists’ whose brush strokes craft a groovy spot of intellect and hope, of dreamers and those who make stuff with their hands. This is the world that you want to live in, a painted mosaic of positive thought spinning towards unimaginable beauty at the heart of modern man.
O I’m rambling now and some people would say go back to bed and maybe I will. It’s 3am but that’s only a number man. It’s happy hour somewhere, somewhere someone is dancing and smiling at the sun, holding their breath underwater, and counting to ten before seeking a hiding friend. Time is everything, timing is all things, and telling people what time it is, that’s just plain silly, you’ve got better things to do with the sand you hold in your hands. It’s flowing and like all things that flow it shall continue,.
Posted on October 26, 2011, in Artist Communities, Gatsby's Green Light, Modern Philosophy and tagged Gatsby's Green Light, GGL, Ken Coulson, Kenneth Coulson, Kite, Modern Philosophy, OCJB, Sonic Bomb, World Peace. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.