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Jett Superior laid this on you on || August 9, 2008 || 4:55 pm

“Art does not begin and end at the edges of a frame.”

So, this past week I began the task of cleaning up the sidebar(s) over there to the right. (Hey, hover and/or click on those little snap things there. You knew they were interactive, right? I’m told my design is clunky, but I’m still in love with it and may be for some time yet.) It really shouldn’t be so hard, culling inactive or hardly-used links and adding back in more recent reads and resources. I, however, being who I am, made it into A Thing. I began missing people, thinking about things like interactions and beginnings and the way I’ve morphed into Somebody Maybe Altogether Different since I first opened up Blogger’s entry window and began boldly spilling my veins there.

I got no further than my personal reads, really, because I was clicking through and checking in on people I’d not updated myself on in what seems to be eons. I used to follow the Styns pretty regularly, most especially Kaya and grandfather Caleb, but I used to peek in on Halcyon from time to time. Caleb has since died (my condolences to his family, he seemed to be a Very Amazing Person Indeed), Kaya has apparently given up blogging in favor of other pursuits, but Halcyon is still at it. He’s changed to mostly an all-vid format, and I took in a few of them. He is still quirky and still full of humor and his own style of grace.

One vidblog in particular really resonated with me, because it’s something that I’ve been settling into myself more and more as of late. Tess and I were discussing it over a plate of downhome-style veggies at the local bread-and-butter cafe just last week in fact. Between bites of okra and butter beans, everything distilled down into the one statement of fact that Tess pushed at me across the table, accompanied by subtle gestures of emphasis with her fork: “I may never spend one minute in a studio besides yours. I may never pick up the materials you do and translate something of myself in a way that other people can relate to. That doesn’t really matter, though; I am the best piece I will ever craft, flawed and textured and dimensional and full of heart.” It was amazing, this very intimate confession of hers, because it got at the meat of what Halcyon had said a scant two days earlier:

“You, by choosing to see the world creatively, are an artist regardless of if you produce anything.” And he is right. So right in a way that many people need to hear. So right that I had to bring it here to you. You, friend or lover or brother or sister or momma or poppa or island unto yourself.

You, Life Artist.

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  1. Shamrock 8.10.2008

    You are going to think I’m the dumbest piece of toast EVER but when I mentioned the other day that I didn’t know the snaps DID anything? I still only had discovered that they twirled around when you hovered over them. I never tried actually clicking on one until now. Is there anything else I should know? Sheesh.

     
  2. Jettomatika 8.10.2008

    42

     
  3. Shamrock 8.11.2008

    Well miracles never cease. I actually GET that.

     
  4. RDB 8.12.2008

    LIFEARTIST!? OMG WTF SO GAY

     
  5. Ellie 8.12.2008

    Life Artist. I’m usin’ it.

     
  6. Jettomatika 8.12.2008

    Ellie gets kisses, Richard gets SUCK IT.

     
  7. Ellie 8.12.2008

    Thank you. I *so* prefer kisses to suck it.

     
  8. shonda little 8.14.2008

    Okay, first enjoyed the post.

    I would’ve sent this in a private message, but I couldn’t see where. For some reason, when I added you to my blog roll, it’s not updating recent posts. I’m very low tech, so it could be user malfunction. In case its not, I thought I’d let you know.

     
  9. Coelecanth 8.14.2008

    42 hey? But what is the question?

     

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