sculpting with words

Unrelenting self talk defines us

073I’ve been doing a better job at choosing the flavor on the memories that pervade my mind. It’s perpetually making me feel a little more like I did, as a kid.

My mom she said to me, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything.” Well, as children will, I’d like to modify that a bit and say,”If you don’t have anything nice to think don’t think anything, and then, if you have to think, don’t believe everything you think.”

When I disappear into a story or a song, trust that my thoughts and feelings are potentially the artist’s, because that’s art defining culture, and I’d like to take a seriously fun look at what that is.

As the books start gathering in stacks of tens, I’ll do my best to remember that what I really need is food…and some new books.

I’d been waiting for the sun. Seems like when the berries are popping, I am too. You wanna know how I feel or what I’m doing? Go outside for a week. Are your clothes moldy, damp, and muddy, or sun bleached and sweat stained? If it’s the former just ask what I was reading or give me a call, because it’s likely I’m searching for the sunshine, or drinking wine. Or, I could be happy as a clam….if the mud and mold are mixed with sweat and blood which is mine.

What do you do to change the scenery in your head? What is the action you take? What do you make? In my head you know what’s at stake? Happiness. I hope you find yours.

I find mine in the mesmerizing experience of sweating under purpose. A clean passionate pursuit of something higher than a simple pleasure. What does this look like? Shit, if I knew that I’d be a preacher instead of a teacher……well…..I’m looking forward to sunshine tomorrow…and this Scurvy Medic is kicking in…so….what does it look like?

Pursuing a dream come true. Building something that will benefit others. Getting my needs met simply so I can spend time giving back to people who are less fortunate, cause folks, I feel pretty blessed with this life, my opportunities are too much, and that motivates me to do for others. I hope you find that in your heart to feel, because it doesn’t come cheap, and it won’t go away.

If you think of the soldiers that died for us on this soil, the grunts in the ditches carrying ammo to the front lines, officers accepting the misery of a whole command dying under their directions, and the masses of natives who lost their lives so we could plant corn on their territory… makes you want to do something other than complain about first world problems.

I went to church yesterday and it wasn’t to pray by the river. It was pretty frigging awesome. Gave me tears to witness a community of people who accepted each others beliefs, and welcomed me as a weird stranger. Unreal. Surreal. The preacher wore a mask, literally on stage, and talked of how the mask we wear is not necessarily negative. It can be as a prism that filters personal perceptions into harmony with others. I appreciated his lessons, and it’s fitting for this one.

The best advice I can give to myself: choose your thoughts, feelings, and beliefs wisely. Have faith in the power of positive perception, and accept that fate might smote you down any moment. Live in the best way you can for this one second, as you might not get another.

If you want to buy Little Blue Man, he glows in the dark. I cut his strings off the controller because deciding what and how a creature should do something is the job of god, and I just want to teach, create art, and be happy. I’m also game to give him to the acting teacher of my childhood, or build a matching gal for him to parade around in a box making naughty in the night at festivals. As above pick the flavor that will bring you happiness, as I loved making him, and am not attached to owning his bones any longer.


Toys R Tools Work Iz Play

When I started this blog with help from a friend 5000 miles away, over the phone we came up with the temporary title of “benjaminsreclaimedart”. Over a year later (my software skills are better for wearing soft suits), I have finally changed the address!! This posting was written in anticipation of the moment when I could reveal a name worthy of my energy!!

The bottom of the page is a message to the designer of my icon. TATWIP is not a blog. It’s a dream. A way of life, a train of thought, a philosopy, and an art.

Donate enough money, and I'll remove the shadow so you can see me in rubber boots.....:) How much is enough? 20 million quid will do for starters, this is an expensive dream well worth your donation.

Thank you J-

The hardest thing I can do is make a decision, so bear with me, my mecurial nature is open to suggestions in the air at this step.

It made me feel confused or unclear, like I should draw up some sketches like last time I did this with another designer, giving you a flavor to go from. How much time did this take you? I hope that didn’t come out wierd on your end.

We’re still in the visualization/manifestation/materialization stage. Started thinking maybe just the TTWP put together somehow. Like TWPT, or WPTT or TaT WiP or WiP TaT Or TATWHIPPED. Or WhippedTAT….hmmm. I’ll get out a sketch tonight after work so we can harmonize….Design of logo is something I take really seriously…..Brand recognition.

Free Association:

Professional, school, trades school, break rule, KISS (my best advice to myself, forever: Keep It Simple Stupid), Thought Revolution, Student Teacher, Doctoral Novice, radical proven principle real truth….Purpose….Lifestyle…Scholar With A Blue Collar……Equality….Undomestication….Adaptation…Harmony of learning environment….Building a place where learning is fun. Having built them…..I want to continue to.

Breaking the rules of thought (the other definition of insanity); evolutionary business principles.

Education we can bear to carry in our minds, without needing meditation, and years of practice, to remove every last scrap of crap, the institutionalized system of thought, has programmed into our pawn heads, to dominate, control, and manipulate us, into being tools of a system, meant to keep the rich filthy richer, and the poor starving on the floor of some musty box…..

I sold my biggest possession today….Which means I have a pocket full of Benjamins. I can mail more if need be. Keep doing what your doing. I love it enough, to share the team spirit with the world.




Prosperity in a cave.

I will have prosperity rain down from the sky, winking in the moonlight, silver droplets, molten forming art, a wallet of metal, a glisten of sparkle, wrapped around me, in a jacket of wealth. Let my hems be sewn with rubies, my belts be laced with emeralds. I see a mountain of wealth in the lair that is my mind. By this time tomorrow, the mountain will go again, trembling shakes beneath my feet, rattling cutlery and china on the tabletops of the heartland, spewing large chunks of melting gold across the garden. I will be as the sleeping dragon, smoke billowing from my ears, atop the pile of filigreed books, when the slightest disturbance is heard, I will be anticipating, another nap, and another meal.
-the dragons lair-