Hope Springs Eternal

Well, I have not written in some time to this blog.  I had been taking a break from an emphasis on the art part of life art and just living.  As of yesterday, however I had a renewed sense of vigor with art being a meaning of life for me.  I am now thinking of how my library work is very much an artistic venture and how this blog and everything else that I do is a kind of documentation of all of that.  I do it freely just as myself with no outside organization or person spurring me on.  I simply connect with the life artist within me as creation itself unfolds through my being.  I am the work itself.  I am the art.  I say the same things a lot, but it is because it is true and needs to be restated again and again for it to be made clear and to get the message across in the event that any of this is ever read by others. 

I really feel this renewed sense of vigor.  The work I am doing is art.  My whole life is art.  I don’t need anyone else to tell me that it is.  I simply know that it is.  So where does it go from here?  I am just getting ready to go into the library today.  The living of my life being the art.  The getting ready is art.  The breakfast and clothes and path to work is the art.  It is all the art.  Deeds in life have become art.   I think it has been a blessing to work mostly in obscurity.  I have been able to simply be with the art instead of thinking and living with it in the public eye as a kind of manufactured isness.  The blog could just keep going.  It could just keep being a record of my living my life as art. 

I am in the final sections of the books of Van Goh’s letters that I have been reading for some time now.  It has been dense.  I liken in my own way this blog to Van Gogh’s letters.  It is a record of what my life itself was and is like.  I do still believe in art.  I do still believe in all that art can do even with everything that has happened.  Hope springs eternal.