No.27
| "The Compass Shows Me the Way" by George (7/18/2007) |
Dear Rin,
I am absorbing so much and being absorbed. Sometimes I talk with you, make comments, ask
questions, in that way that doesn’t make sense otherwise. That would draw curious looks from
other people. We think about things which do not normally exist.
For example: the museums are full. But none of those things that they are full of were made for
museums. Museums collect things after the fact of their existence. It is up to us to live, to
make, to live.
Yes, this is what I realize. So much that goes on in our minds is never thought of normally. If it
were spoken, it would not mater. That is why it makes more sense for me to tell you even if you
do not hear. But perhaps you do?
Have you ever been thinking of something and then another person says just what you are
thinking? I remember a man from Brazil once told me ‘in the future we will not have to speak’
So if you hear a little bird sometimes, it may be me.
I was looking at a painting by Gauguin of Island Women. I thought “one day he was painting. He
had no other thought. The sun was shining, the ocean breeze. What did anything else matter?
He was composing. And then many years later this painting is hanging on the wall of a museum
in New York City. In enviroment so different than that island. New York City was not on his mind
at all.
Who would think of this place in Tahiti?
A museum is a collection, an afterlife.
Life goes on every day, every moment and making things is part of life. We make things is part
it is our nature to do so. We can call it art or we can say ‘this thing I made, you can only look at
it, it does not hold water or pound a nail, but it is curious to look at and it makes me feel
something or makes me think, ponder. Why did I do that? It is my nature to do so.
New York is quite a place. So is every place. Who did I meet here? Some people from San Diego.
Love and Peace,
George
I am absorbing so much and being absorbed. Sometimes I talk with you, make comments, ask
questions, in that way that doesn’t make sense otherwise. That would draw curious looks from
other people. We think about things which do not normally exist.
For example: the museums are full. But none of those things that they are full of were made for
museums. Museums collect things after the fact of their existence. It is up to us to live, to
make, to live.
Yes, this is what I realize. So much that goes on in our minds is never thought of normally. If it
were spoken, it would not mater. That is why it makes more sense for me to tell you even if you
do not hear. But perhaps you do?
Have you ever been thinking of something and then another person says just what you are
thinking? I remember a man from Brazil once told me ‘in the future we will not have to speak’
So if you hear a little bird sometimes, it may be me.
I was looking at a painting by Gauguin of Island Women. I thought “one day he was painting. He
had no other thought. The sun was shining, the ocean breeze. What did anything else matter?
He was composing. And then many years later this painting is hanging on the wall of a museum
in New York City. In enviroment so different than that island. New York City was not on his mind
at all.
Who would think of this place in Tahiti?
A museum is a collection, an afterlife.
Life goes on every day, every moment and making things is part of life. We make things is part
it is our nature to do so. We can call it art or we can say ‘this thing I made, you can only look at
it, it does not hold water or pound a nail, but it is curious to look at and it makes me feel
something or makes me think, ponder. Why did I do that? It is my nature to do so.
New York is quite a place. So is every place. Who did I meet here? Some people from San Diego.
Love and Peace,
George