Casting out change

Well that is sufficient reminiscing for me, it is time to get back to the present with the only job that is of any importance that being the Exhibition pieces for Stavely Show.

The past ten days or so have been wasted while my mind mulls over invite cards, posters, and, most importantly, the invite lists; with so much planned for the future with regard to the different charities that I am working with I do not want to over invite as it were, I could combine all of the charities into one invite list but it is not as easy as that, there has to be a balance so that when the exhibition for that particular charity comes along there will still be people to invite, have no preconceptions, just because someone comes to the last exhibition there is no guarantee that they will come to the next.

Well, back to the now, it is 11pk and the foundations for Sheilas Sunflower have been laid down and work tomorrow can be in earnest, the earlier, and first piece is now finished and sits on my wall while I decide where the final touches if any will be.

It is quite strange, you just know when a picture or a sculpture, there is that little window where to go beyond either in medium, shadow, shape, form, what ever changes are made to any part of the painting it is just one step too far and, without realising sooner, irreparable damage will be done to an otherwise finished piece; of course, there is always that little occasion when a single splash of paint, or tiny piece of sculpture, created in total error becomes the making of a piece; it can be that dramatic.

A lot like life really, we can be ticking along nicely, neither watching where we are going and taking nor taking notice of the journey until all of a sudden there is this sudden realisation that we have gone too far off track, to far into the sea, too deep into a hole and only dramatic changes can re-establish a calm in ones life; better to enjoy the journey and know where you are at least then any changes are noticed, accounted for and either rectified or modified to get one back on track, not only back on track, but a step forward as another situation has been addressed and resolved successfully giving vast knowledge, the wisdom even as to recognise a future situation and deviating before it even knows that you were there.

When something happens in our lives that can knock us off course wisdom can arm one with the advantage of forsight, looking into the future, any situation in normal society has warning signs leading up to, and increasing in severity, the final event; only recognising these, sometimes subtle changes in ones environment can one either avoid them where the outcome would be a negative imbalance or, being ever the optimist, embrace them where warning signs indicate positivity; though even in that one must accept the positive outcome with dignity and humility, a lack of merely being a negative being cast out to await your arrival
………………..in the future


(casting I, II acrylic on paper and casting, small sculptural piece- Warehouse Exhibition jan 2008)
That was deep, awake now and back to real world!!!! shame

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