How things happen

Things happen. Sometimes we even find out why.

I like to think that things happen for a purpose. You know, "When the student is ready, the teacher appears." We are rarely in such "presence of mind" so we don't know if the horse has come or left. Or the egg...

But some things do happen for a purpose that becomes visible. Yesterday, Jim Allen was describing someone's work and wrote at one point, she was "figuring out the references of her philosophy and choices...."

Here's the thing: I commit Art as often as possible. If you are an artist, you know how awful it feels when you are blocked. Although I've got many other artistic activities in which I am involved, I wanna paint when I wanna paint. So I diddle around by putting a new streak here or there. Doesn't finish the art piece though.

So we artists walk around the work table until something kicks us where it counts and at last we sing out "Hallelujah" because we have just been presented with the hammer with which to break the block.

The above quote caught me because I continually find satisfaction using text in my art; from the title to text in the piece. I have added text onto the bottom of mats; made hand made books with text printed on vellum; used many common techniques to include text. I have figured out another way to incorporate words. All because someone sent me an email. Thanks for the hammer, Jim.

This is when we know things can be right in this world.