How To Find Lost Objects

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Monumental Dream

Alchemy of Creation

I asked my teacher to supply me with enough clay so I could make something monumental. A minotaur perhaps.

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Mantra

Sylvia was inviting me to one of her group meetings so I could play the guitar while they recite mantras. Self-deprecatingly I told her I'm not really that good. Liesbeth stood up and opened the shiny black piano and started playing the music to the mantra Sylvia just chanted. She was playing by ear. She told me she has very sensitive hearing. I listened and tried to chant the mantra but I couldn't seem to get it right.

Fré the teacher asked me if I was staying longer. He wanted to show me how to do the "bronze finish" on the two blackboard-black figures.

Marianne

I finally met her yesterday. I must have given her the wrong impression. And she told me she didn't know what to do yet. She didn't have the knowledge and experience. She wasn't an expert. But she was willing to help me.

I gave her suggestions. I asked her to call some people up and to find out what she could about the matter. And she did. She told me I was right. She said there was another possibility.

I had called some weeks ago and complained about another matter. I told her some people didn't take me seriously. She probably called the people involved and someone called me up. He tried to listen to me as much as he could and didn't finish our conversation until I was satisfied. He apologized for letting me wait; he said they had a long list. We agreed to close the matter. He was happy I found the solution.

At the door Marianne scolded me for not trusting her. I had warned her that if she didn't come up with the right solution I was going to sleep it off and let things happen. She declared that I was seeing too many problems. She promised to call me up soon.

Picasso

Today I saw him again, my painting teacher at a local store, where about two years ago I bought a reproduction of Vermeer's the Milkmaid -- I mentioned that to him. He was looking around for some housepaint of the right colour. He and I have always very interesting discussions together. We talk about art, styles, methods, principles, techniques, painters, and just about anything that has to do with painting. In others words just about everything. I told him everything has to do with everything. And he liked the idea. He seems to enjoy our conversation because he listens attentively everytime.

I gathered he had studied at the provincial Art Academy; he mentioned it to me a few times. He just told me he makes his living as a painter doing art exhibits from time to time. (He had told me I could do an art exhibit myself if I painted a lot and long enough.) He just bought an old school somewhere and is turning it into his residence together with his girlfriend.

One thing I noticed about him is that he is shy, self-conscious, extremely careful, and very polite. Sometimes apologetic. His posture and body language says it all. Exactly my opposite. I try too hard to be funny or crazy. So it seems. But he doesn't seem to mind: he loves to chat.

At the local painting club they mentioned it. My personal style. And they seem to accept it. Like I couldn't help it. It's just me. One of the members even suggested giving me the honour of thinking of and giving the club its name. As if I could think of the right name just out of the blue. I declined the honour.

I often wonder why people are extremely open towards me. It must be the local mentality.

Stream

Updream or downstream? Whichever!

Resurrection

Being born again. I am dying and yet I am still living. To live is to die. To die is to live. Life cycle. Don't worry!

Poetry

Dead Art. Advertising. Selling!

Thank God

It's Saturday the Forteenth!

Laziness

Too much time to lose.

Approval-seeking

Money-making. Bad habit learned since childhood.

Jesus

Enemy. Love him!

Wisdom

It's not learning or thinking. It's listening and reading.

E. T.

Extra Terrestale. Eckhart Tolle. Prochristianator!

Taoism

Give up. Give in. Give out.

enLightenment

No such thing. It's light and darkness. Photography!

enough is Enough

I am twittering. Me Twit. You Twat!

Fighting

Teach my children well.

sTalking

Don't waste your time on people who are wasting their time.

barGain

The mistakes are just a barGain compared to what I have learned. Many thanks!

Writing

Staring at a blank Windows.

Flu

Last Monday I was supposed to have an appointment with someone. She told me she had flu since last week and that perhaps we could meet the following day. I was immediately reminded of Mexican flu so I told her I could wait until next week. Which is probably not a good idea as well.

Just a thought

Love yourself and others will love you.

On being a teacher

Don't be too eager to teach.

Success is more than external or material show or showing off.