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Making something beautiful and meaningful for the sake of making beauty and meaning is the self serving purpose and yet antithesis of making art. Making something beautiful and meaningful, for beauty and meaning, is the epitome of art. Separating the making from the art is harder than one would think. How do you manifest a muse altruistically?
 
It's from that angle that I again approach the Blog. This little cutout of teh Internetz that I will partition for my own ramblings and musings. That so much can be said to so few.  

I stand in a cross roads of emotions and opportunities. For the umptieth time, I am staring into the dark future. A strange sense of excitement, remorse, and longing. And thirst. The road beckons, but can wait its two weeks before I go. And it's the season for changes. Even changes back to the way things used to be.

It's from this angle that I begin the Blog. A place where I can express the things that I have carefully whittled out of my conscious for the past eight years. That so much can be said to so few.

Suffice to say the intention is indeed to make something enjoyable; to create something worthwhile. Flying in the face of the question of Art- to make what can't be made- I open a door to see what may become. And it is in a mix of humor and humility that I accept that I am at the mercy of myself to create. And with that honesty, what I create for me will be worthwhile.

And it's from any angle that I welcome the Blog. Where the man in the mirror smiles at me and welcomes me back to our good ol' days; when we used to know each other, and we have so much ready to say. That so much can be said to us few.