ephemeral

Commoditization

Thinking a bunch today about commoditization culture. The end result of the creative process that is overcome by "what to do with it when it's done." Bits and pieces - one or two stories I've written that would be good children's books maybe, art that could be made into giclee prints, small batch "from the artist's hand" .... things...

And yet the need to "make a living" that is not the need to "make a living/life" but the need to make money in order to assure the first two levels of Maslow's hierarchy of needs are met via capitalism that exhausts the creativity to just a desire complicating the follow through of action/implemention followed by the trap of commoditization if ever it is to leave the locus of creation.

Cannot pick the thought apart further than that right now, but those are the seeds that are planting themselves right now.

And the words of Martha Graham echo in my head and generations of creators laugh at me and say stop thinking, start doing and I wander off to decant the mugwort-courvoisier infusion I made a few weeks ago and read about communities and gatherings.

There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and it will be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. — Martha Graham

Abstract Random

It's late. Some nights are like that. Listening to the rain on the roof, thinking of friends who are far enough away that I can't just pop in on them.  Sometimes across the city may as well be across state and/or country lines in terms of scheduling time...  The world doesn't seem to slow down for us, though does it?

It's the time of year when I want nothing more than to hibernate and reflect.  It seems as though that is not going to be forthcoming this year and I feel the resistance to having to try to keep up the pace in my bones.  It's like moving through molasses.  But continue to move, I must.  I'm trying to recognize and allow for the fact that I can't get as much done in a day right now as I'd like, and I'm also taking some precautions like extra vitamin D & magnesium, among other things to try to help.

Here it is 1am and I'm settling into reflecting the coming year. Can you reflect something that hasn't come yet?  Perhaps anticipating is a better word.  Reflecting on this year though.  The story arc of this year has been... As the Merriam-Webster Dictionary Word of the Year accurately describes ... surrealNailed it - that's been the best way to describe pretty much everything!  I'm looking forward to reviewing and wrapping this year up & sending it off.  As apprehensive of this new world we find ourselves in as I am, there is no going backwards, so forwards it is!

And that's probably enough midnight rambling from me!  I've been tired all day, I will hopefully sleep well tonight. And may you too sleep well tonight.