The Kitchen of the Mind

Instead of celebrity philosophers we have celebrity chefs, dozens of them. But they never talk about how delicious life itself could be if we followed a different recipe. That’s what McLuhan was all about, really, recognizing that the kitchen of the mind is stocked with all the best ingredients. Each of us could be in there every day, cooking up a masterpiece. Why aren’t we?

William Powers, Hamlet’s Blackberry: A Practical Philosophy for Building a Good Life in the Digital Age

This morning’s reading did not disappoint. I just responded to an artist friend who last night posted a nice long response to my blog. We both know the thrill of multiple ingredients available through books, film and various other media. Entering the studio daily to create something new is not difficult when surrounded by “so great a cloud of witnesses” (Hebrews 12:1). I feel the affirmation of those creative minds when I read their testimonies and look for ways to express my own particular vision.

Today will be my last day painting on this bison composition, until Friday or Saturday. A work crew will show up bright and early in the morning to replace several windows in our home, including the ones in Studio Eidolons. These forty-year-old windows to the south and west are fogged beyond use, and it’s past time to install energy efficient ones that will provide a much better vista across this portion of our quiet neighborhood. I anticipate watercolor sketching the views outside my windows as soon as they are in place.

I have just about finished with the entire herd of bison in this new picture. I am currently dividing time between the horizon forest and detailing the timbers of the windmill. Soon I’ll return to the waters and grasses.

Today on Veterans Day we salute those who served our country through the armed forces. My father and brother both served, in the Army and Marine Corps respectively. When I visit home, Dad and I frequently have breakfast at Dave’s Diner in High Ridge, Missouri. I’m touched by all those moments when strangers approach our table and thank Dad for his service (he wears with pride his Korean War Veteran cap when he goes out). Dad is always modest, quiet, low-key. His response is always understated as he never really knows what to say. He never thought twice about his service. The story is amusing. He was working on a Mississippi River tugboat when the draft board caught up with him in New Orleans. He was to report immediately to Fort Sill, Oklahoma, only to learn that it was an artillery base that didn’t need him. He then was sent to Fort Bragg, North Carolina to be trained by the 82nd Airborne. Then off to Korea. His comrades said the war would probably be over before he got there. It wasn’t. He’s just glad that he made it through and was able to return here, marry and start a family.

Thanks for reading.

I make art in order to discover.

I journal when I feel alone.

I blog to remind myself I am not alone.

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