self-imposed limitations
Thalia pulls and piles every art supply she can find onto studio’s table top.
Nią keeps her head down while Calliope hands her the tools she needs to start framing their next project.
Out of chaos comes a dancing star.
~Friedrich Nietzsche
The brain is adapted to a fallen world, not a harmonious and perfectible one. Individuals contain a plurality of moral selves, which are aroused by different contexts.
~David Brooks: The Social Animal
A note from LoveLetterist:
I do believe we've finally landed on a Goldilocks' middle ground for our next book experiment.
It's not too big, or too small.
It's new and different, yet rhymes with our work to date.
It'll challenge our growth, but not so much that we'll give up.
Since August we've been chomping at the bit to begin again.
For several months we swam in the Sea of Possibilities.
That said... When we can do anything, we find it hard to do something.
Creating a frame (right on time) is giving us freedom to move forward.
Guardrails are our friends.
Here are a couple of resources that help me to appreciate the value of limitations:
https://mailchi.mp/gapingvoid/nobody-likes-playing-tennis-with-the-net-down?e=34a584e50b
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YrZTho_o_is&t=117s
Embrace the Shake
Your studio table resembles a celebration of Art! Well, and the machines that helped form the accoutrements of your art: various organizers, paint cartons (eggs😉) for some paints, and so much more!
Many hands make light the work.
Do you suppose Nietzsche had Thalia in mind when he penned those words?
David Brooks comment, from The Social Animal, reminded me of Billy Joel’s lyric: “Well we all have a face that we hide away forever. Then we take ‘em out and show ourselves when everyone is gone.” Reluctant to live out loud and afraid to trust. 🤷🏽
I wonder if having a trace of background music in the studio, barely audible, would be beneficial? Perhaps Peter Gabriel’s performance of “Don’t Give Up,” with Sinead O’Connor.
Oops! Minding your business again...