What to tell?

Again I come back to blog and struggle with the idea of conceit: what could I have to say that is unique or important enough to post? But the creation of both fine art and crafts requires interaction. By making art I show you what I saw or felt. I feel most successful when the thing I have made is meaningful to a viewer in some way. It is like an invisible strand of thread, reaching out of my experience into yours; something I experienced is similar to something you once experienced. I am not there, with the piece, but you know something about me anyway, and maybe it reminds you of something that is unique to you. There is common ground yet perhaps we never meet.

I used to use the words "organic" and "dynamic" when speaking about change, about inevitability, and about evolution or destruction. Any art I see brings me to the brink of understanding SOMETHING, and is worth looking at, even for a split second. In that split second I can love or loathe, I can be moved and look closer or I can be angry, irritated or indifferent, and dismiss it. Maybe in another few seconds or other interval I will change my perception. Maybe I will take the art home, or revisit it. Over time I will have changed, and I will see something new even if the thing itself seems to remain static. All of that is organic, changing, living even if lifeless, unique and yet similiar.

Currently the word "organic" is being beaten to death, overused and at the same time undefined. How can a massive organization like Wal-Mart suddenly have found or created a source for all types of produce grown in soil that has no chemicals in it, without processed fertilizer, without the use of pest control? Even my local farmer has to do something to enhance crop production, to prevent being robbed of income by birds or bugs. Here at home I can pluck the damaging insects off, leaf by leaf, plant by plant. Anywhere else I have no expectation of such vigilance. It is in nature to act in self-preservation. Birds will pretend they are wounded and limp about, dragging a wing, to lure you or any other predator away from its young. They will lay their eggs in the nest of others and let others raise their offspring, offspring who will shove the smaller out of the nest to die. Butterflies lie and so do people, for simple self-preservation. I won't be able to use the word "organic" any more to describe something that is in the midst of change, moving toward something different, to an unseen future.

Okay. I got carried away by "organic". I won't go there with "dynamic". Although consider, for a split second, that fire breathes and continents move and heave, and water wears away anything and everything to be at the bottom, to be even with the sea. All that is true regardless of what temperature the globe is.

I am sure no one questions how I get lost in my head.

How important is it to find a way out?