Words of Advice, to Young People
Today I contemplated my inheritance from my parents, who they were, and what that meant to me.
One aspect I've always wrestled with is how practical, yet superstitious my mother seemed to be.
On reflection I perceive she was the bread winner, modern working mom, concerned with material things.
Yet greatly spiritual in her religiosity. A living contradiction, it seemed to me.
What makes me tick : .[Spoiler (click to open)]
My brother confirmed for me today that our mom was practically minded. He recalled wanting to participate in some extracurricular activity when he was about seven. I was in highschool at the time. He remembers our mother telling him that as much as they would like to help him, they couldn't. For them, it was necessary to focus on work, unable to take time off, as she put it, "to keep a roof over our heads". Without that, she said, there would be no family. That hit hard to a young lad of seven, something that he never was able to reconcile. To this day, he feels like he was held back from opportunity. I on the other hand, didn't care, nor agree, with what my parents thought, and did my own thing, taking opportunity where I would find it. They instilled in me, a work ethic. My father would tell me, "If you want something done right, do it yourself". So I did. With the conscience of needing to look after my own needs, since they were unable to supplement anything raising three of us siblings, I pursued my artistic skills into college on student loans, knowing I needed something tangible to fall back on, I found jobs in carpentry, and eventually in sales, keeping my dream of art in the background, yet still pursuing my creative passions. I was able to do both. At first I was able to paint landscapes and sell them through a local gallery. Although it provided residual income, it never paid the bills. I paid off my student loan by doing carpentry for a few years. After which, I pursued sales for manual art supplies. I used to sell Letraset -for anyone who knows what that is- and ended up after many years of working, able to support my ability to make visual art. Suddenly everything began to become digitized. I obtained digital graphic training, learned computer, got my BFA, hired onto a language animation project, and sought out local art commissions, graphic and logo design, and some basic web page design, painted local art commissions and eventually set up a local art gallery in partnership with my GFs organic salon after taking a small business course. "Hair by day, art by night". I was a man for all seasons, a renaissance man, if you will, which required both my artistic and business skills. So, when art business was slow, I could still fall back on carpentry doing small renovations and repairs for quick income. Life has been good to me, aside from all the ups and downs of a free economy. I managed to first, "keep a roof over my head" and secondly pursue my creative passion in an artistic way. Those were the days of wine and roses, you might say. Nobody recognizes you when you are self-made. You pay as you grow, every step of the way. Sweat equity. You're only as good as your next project. I began to teach painting and drawing to others, as I moved into retirement. All those rich moments. Most of which, is now scattered to the wind, bits and pieces on dead servers, due to changes in technocracy. Piece of shit computers failing and outmoded by changing technology.
.Is a passion for life
Suddenly there is this whole new opportunity in digital graphics, where one speaks a description into a software and it generates a 3D illusion equivalent
or surpassing one's expectation.
Art is dead, dude': AI-generated picture wins art prize Théâtre D'opéra Spatial by Jason Allen via
Read more at https://bit.ly/3x1u2tB
dr. π (pi)
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One aspect I've always wrestled with is how practical, yet superstitious my mother seemed to be.
On reflection I perceive she was the bread winner, modern working mom, concerned with material things.
Yet greatly spiritual in her religiosity. A living contradiction, it seemed to me.
What makes me tick : .[Spoiler (click to open)]
My brother confirmed for me today that our mom was practically minded. He recalled wanting to participate in some extracurricular activity when he was about seven. I was in highschool at the time. He remembers our mother telling him that as much as they would like to help him, they couldn't. For them, it was necessary to focus on work, unable to take time off, as she put it, "to keep a roof over our heads". Without that, she said, there would be no family. That hit hard to a young lad of seven, something that he never was able to reconcile. To this day, he feels like he was held back from opportunity. I on the other hand, didn't care, nor agree, with what my parents thought, and did my own thing, taking opportunity where I would find it. They instilled in me, a work ethic. My father would tell me, "If you want something done right, do it yourself". So I did. With the conscience of needing to look after my own needs, since they were unable to supplement anything raising three of us siblings, I pursued my artistic skills into college on student loans, knowing I needed something tangible to fall back on, I found jobs in carpentry, and eventually in sales, keeping my dream of art in the background, yet still pursuing my creative passions. I was able to do both. At first I was able to paint landscapes and sell them through a local gallery. Although it provided residual income, it never paid the bills. I paid off my student loan by doing carpentry for a few years. After which, I pursued sales for manual art supplies. I used to sell Letraset -for anyone who knows what that is- and ended up after many years of working, able to support my ability to make visual art. Suddenly everything began to become digitized. I obtained digital graphic training, learned computer, got my BFA, hired onto a language animation project, and sought out local art commissions, graphic and logo design, and some basic web page design, painted local art commissions and eventually set up a local art gallery in partnership with my GFs organic salon after taking a small business course. "Hair by day, art by night". I was a man for all seasons, a renaissance man, if you will, which required both my artistic and business skills. So, when art business was slow, I could still fall back on carpentry doing small renovations and repairs for quick income. Life has been good to me, aside from all the ups and downs of a free economy. I managed to first, "keep a roof over my head" and secondly pursue my creative passion in an artistic way. Those were the days of wine and roses, you might say. Nobody recognizes you when you are self-made. You pay as you grow, every step of the way. Sweat equity. You're only as good as your next project. I began to teach painting and drawing to others, as I moved into retirement. All those rich moments. Most of which, is now scattered to the wind, bits and pieces on dead servers, due to changes in technocracy. Piece of shit computers failing and outmoded by changing technology.
.Is a passion for life
Suddenly there is this whole new opportunity in digital graphics, where one speaks a description into a software and it generates a 3D illusion equivalent
or surpassing one's expectation.
Art is dead, dude': AI-generated picture wins art prize Théâtre D'opéra Spatial by Jason Allen via
Read more at https://bit.ly/3x1u2tB
dr. π (pi)
.