A thousand words…A thousand light years? Either way, a different measure, and no interconnectedness whatsoever.  My side-endeavor to create an artist’s blog (I talk about this here) stopped dead in its tracks.  And here is why:

Firstly, my inability to rate art , and/or to express preference or lack thereof for artwork. Except for one piece I mention later.

Secondly, my brain’s misrepresentation of any artwork and its description. I swear, artists should pass a special test to classify as artists, in addition to them being able to be artistic, of course. Here’s a test sample:

Test instructions:

Choose one of the three images that corresponds to the description provided.

Description:

The blending of colorful mosaic, forming a towering structure. A beauty that was characterized by times of havoc and distress. Not consumed by time, it reminds us of days yonder.

I would have guessed the fortress picture, wouldn’t you? Well, for artists (at least the ones who exist in my mind), it turns out to be the off-road picture. Somehow. SOMEHOW!! The mosaic is the sand and the sky. The car lights, a little. Towering represents earth and how the different elements tower towards the heavens on the horizon. Havoc and distress represent the powerful battling forces that led to the creation of life on Earth. Not consumed by time refers to the bloody sand that has been there forever. Days yonder? Could be before lock down times?

You know what, I give up. This caption could also have easily been for the cheese platter as well. The mosaic is kind of clear. Towering? Well, it IS a tree. Trees tower over the smaller creatures below them. Times of havoc? Patience runs dry spending the time it takes to cut the cheese to make it look like it does, only to be ruined in seconds. Not consumed by time? Hello! Cheese. They get better with time. At least the ones in the pic do. Days yonder? Yeah, when cheese was affordable! Anyway, back to the reasons I dropped the artist’s blog.

Thirdly, the nuisances of mneuronic (that’s neurons and moronic combined) disturbances. Mama brain cells shouting at kiddie brain cells. Teen brain cells misbehaving and baby brain cells crying. What about the papa brain cells you ask? They are in their nothing-box. Too many internal distractions. I just can’t seem to focus on art.

The Comedian.

Whether it makes sense or not, and unless you tape a banana to a wall (it’s called ‘Comedian’ by the way – throws you off, doesn’t it?) in an actual art gallery, and make the news, you are not fit to be an artist. That is why I decided to scrap the artist’s blog, and focus on this one instead. A thousand reasons!  Off topic, what about those people who taped their friend to a wall, what’s their likely profession?  Humanitartists?  I mean, looks draining.  A lot of effort to get it done.  Did you consider this art? I didn’t.

Speaking of thousands, I am obsessed with taking pictures of the heavens. Stars, nebulae, the Milky-Way. Everything that ordinary equipment cannot do. I sure do aim for the out-of-reach. And I did manage to get a couple of good pics last year. Here’s one of them:

That picture, to me, is worth a thousand words.

I am possibly stating how I won’t let anything hold me back. Proof of this is that pic without any special equipment. I look for what is far beyond what is within sight, and I know I am not the only one. It’s ironic to say this in a blog.  Language seems to sometimes ask our brains to slow down so that we can communicate better. We are still pretty much misunderstood. Take that taped-to-the-wall banana. It almost split the world in two, or at least some part of it.

Who we are is an amalgamation of artist, scientist, writer, as well as the bad things we see in people and rarely in ourselves. We dream big, we analyze, we experiment, we try. We are all the same, but when life takes each one of us through different paths, we rely on those professions within us to get us through. We analyze with different empiricals, and we grow those skills that give us the means to cope, stand out and be different, but mostly, to be content. 

A picture will always speak a thousand words.

A thousand different words for the thousands of different people.  The stars will always be a thousand worlds away, yet at the same distance from a thousand different people. To aim for what’s farther than where we are, to look at what we can’t see but know is there, avoiding the scatter around us, that’s the bravest thing anyone can do.  I know that it is something I want to do.  I hope many will want to as well, so as not to start world war 3 over some other fruit getting pinned to some desperate wall in a seemingly bankrupt gallery.  

As unrelated as they are, the thousand measures of words and light years are the binding confines of one world within worlds. Your thousand words and mine will be different, but, undoubtedly, from afar, the same.

In case you never gave it a thought, all the Milky-Way pictures taken around the world (or even across our solar system), when stripped down from the photographers’ inclusions and creative liberties, are all the same. No matter the gear, location, time or season. Differences between pictures reflect the worlds of the photographers imposed on a bigger, realer, and magnificent world, we cannot start to comprehend. How far out of our worlds, and into somebody else’s, are we all willing to venture?

How will these thousand words resonate with you?  A thousand possibilities?  A thousand likes? A thousand comments or shares? A thousand hashtags? share your thoughts with me…help me venture forth. 

Have a great day, and thousands more to come. Stay safe!