So…Goodwill had a WHOLE lot of mixed media art that day. There was a sort of “high school art class dumping ceremony” that went on, and I was lucky enough to witness this great abandonment of B- projects. Woohoo.
So…this probably is deeply meaningful to someone.
We’re on some sort of artistic journey here, a road we’re taking together. It clearly starts with the crass material world, which is always in the upper left. A road stretches out in front of you like the first three squares of “Candyland” before you stumble over your INNER VIEW” and everything totally falls apart.
Already you’ve fallen from heaven and ended up in New Zealand. Why? Why did you fall from grace? Were you scared of the giant spinning plate filled with goldfish? Probably. I would be.
You look for meaning—you see a window, and try to dive through it, but at this point, you’re on a downward spiral, or sort of a downward French curve. You see another window—another chance for escape—but you’re thwarted by crossword puzzles. Damn them! Crucigrams always dogged your steps, and now, they hound you even in this metaphorical mindscape. Inevitably, the desire to create art draws you into a maelstrom of madness, where, deep in your ch’i, what at first looks like a devouring maw opens up to consume you.
But that would be too easy.
No, instead, your journey throws you into a pit of molten gold, where angels and the baby Jesus watch as strange, saint-like angel figures slowly pull you apart. THAT is the ultimate fate of any who create art in their Ch’i. Next time, create art in your garage, studio, or maybe in Photoshop. Never in your ch’i.
Goodwill on Lamar near Manchacha, Austin