blog.artwells.com – Page 8 – what I’ve found

Myself Stretched

I know that what I see is real, or rather that I really see. What I determine, assume, or conclude about what I see–that’s where I start to loose confident. When I start making statements about what things mean, I get genuinely lost. My ideas get confounded with prejudices and desires.

When it doesn’t matter much, being lost can be fun.

When I see a spoon, I feel safe in knowing it’s a spoon. When I see me reflection stretched on it, I feel at ease knowing that it is a reflection of me. When I imagine that because I am seeing myself stretched in a spoon I should try to see myself reach beyond my usual boundaries, it is just a fun mess.

Stepping Up

Most of the inspiration I get from streetfinds can attributed to distraction. I’m thinking about a puzzle or a problem, and am trapping my mind in thinking the same way over and over. Then I start looking around.

Seeing this shoe mark a step on a path in transition helped me realize that what I was thinking about was on a level that would soon end and that I could to step up once and continue, or stand still. The steady climbing I was doing wasn’t going to work.

divination interpretation streetfinds walking

Seeing Things Wrongly

It’s easy to see things as they aren’t.Â The older I get, the more I find value in being wrong.Â Of course, in most situations it’s important and urgent to be correct, or to withhold opinion.Â Every year, though, these situations seem fewer and fewer.

It’s important to know when to brake while driving and to be right about which end of the knife has a point on it and what to say when you’ve upset someone. On and on. But so much of life isn’t that important at all. My brain makes a gazillion little judgements a day that don’t matter to me or anyone else. That over there is a bottle cap. The lyric of that song is “you’ve been tussled”. My foot itches.

When I walk, I see cars and people and streets and sidewalks. Those are important. Nearly all the rest can be wrongly perceived. I was certain that included photo was a worn decal of a dog running. The idea of a dog running so enthusiastically, the idea of a worn decal, the idea of a decal no longer attached to what it was; all of that was a perfect reply to the what my mind was working on when I saw it. I snapped a picture.

Only then did I realize that it wasn’t a decal. And it still doesn’t matter that I was wrong.

graffiti streetfinds walking

Leaving Something

I’m usually underwhelmed by what others intentionally leave behind for passersby to find. I appreciate it, honestly, and normally not just for the intent. The things people do to impress and inspire, particularly in my neighborhood are lovely, lovely acts and so far better than the advertisements that outnumber them by so many. Nonetheless, I usually don’t have the kind of deer-in-the-headlights feeling I get when the trash just clicks.

That being said, an often tagged wall on a burnt out and inexplicably abandoned electrician’s shop was recently the display for two painted canvases, one with a frame. I imagine there might have been more and the better were taken. I saw this one and froze.Â I think there’s a lot going on here that I don’t get, but what nailed it for me was the frame.Â How often do I think about framing something that I leave behind?Â Should I?

bereavement nshrine

Memorial Day Shrines

I was asked today why I wasn’t promoting nshrine for Memorial Day. It’s a good idea, and were I not on the end of a development cycle and perhaps blinded by trying to come up with longer-term promotion strategies, I might have been ready for the idea. But to be honest with myself, I don’t have the guts.

I believe it when people tell me how much nshrine, and the oracula, have helped them with mourning, grief, and memory and I feel good to help. I also believe abstractly that by reaching out to more people, I help more people. However, I’m stuck with the fear of using others’ grief and loss to my advantage and get torn into inactivity. I suppose this is one of the reasons I’m not making it in business. I don’t see it as a strength of a virtue. It is something I need to overcome.

interpretation photos walking

Gloves and Me

I’ve been taking a hell of a lot of glove pictures.Â I can find more than a dozen gloves in a single walk.Â I take pictures of about four out of every five I see.Â I have thousands of glove pictures.Â I find the postures of fallen gloves extremely expressive.Â More than any other type of trash I see, they have much to say.

In describing this habit to a friend recently, I recalled when I used to work in direct mail.Â Change of address requests were sometimes fulfilled by someone or something placing the correction label on a catalog, and then some postal worker copying the catalog onto cardstock.Â I guess the difference in weight made up for the extra labor and materials.Â I would get stacks of these cardstock returns mixed in with returned catalogs.Â Every twenty or so of these copies had a part of the hand holding the catalog down on the copier glass.Â Sometimes it was a fingertip, a chipped nail, a watch band, or sometimes the whole hand hovering in the darkness above image.Â I collected those too.Â Some of them can be seen in the include nixon treatment.Â I did alot of stuff with these hand images: I included them in letters and gifts, left them around my desk and house, scattered them around town.

I haven’t done anything with the glove photos yet.Â Any ideas?

divination walking websites

A Word For It

What I most want to write about, I don’t know how to name.Â That leaves pointing and shrugging, I guess.

I’ve spent a lot of my life doing some sort of faithless divination, looking for signs that I know have no meaning and giving them meaning.Â In oracula.org, I’ve placed some things based on an nonacademic, unfaithful interpretation of the I-Ching (newwings) and Tarot (refind) and even one based on Ouija (weja–which was pulled after a nastygram from Hasbro).

The exploration that’s changed my life most, though was wingmail. I wrote this nearly every day for about eight years (3000 days). It changed the way I look at everything.

I continue now looking at stuff and trying to read and to force meaning into it all. I’m dabbling in photography based on it. I regularly stop on my daily walks having discovered something simple that had some immediately stunning meaning to me that has no real relation to the thing itself.

So, what do I call that?

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Intent and False Starts

I think I’ll be sticking with this one.Â I’ve had some false starts at blogging, but I have some faith that I know what I’m doing this time.Â Most improbably, this time I think I have the confidence to keep up something that has nothing to do with anything but what I think and want.

I’ve been nearly popping with ideas that have no other suitable forum.Â My usual venues are either too technical or not playful enough to welcome the sort of speculation and wrongness I need to explore.

So let’s see.