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garyww wrote:
Somebody once said that "If you're not making mistakes then you're not doing anything" and this is extremely true in life. There are no assurances that anything we attempt will ever work out right but for me it's never been an idea to reach the end of something. The results have no meaning to me. It's the process I find rewarding. I've spent years on special obsessions only to find out in the end that an idea was worthless. No big deal. Just go on to the next obsession. If you don't keep you mind busy it will eventually just stop thinking, kind of like having your dick fall off when you're walking down the street one day. Dickless and mindless, at least for guys, are similar situations.
hay mate. this is one of the issues directed at me in my career. process and moment is everything. the bliss of hyperfoucs is what it is about. in fact, it is thrown at me in many areas of my life. i'll stop things when i lose interest...not because i have to get teh approval of others. the dick thing does not apply to me.
as for thing i want to do (complete or incomplete:)
get to spain to look at the art from there. gott be my favourite stuff.
travel around australia in a grey nomad van with my boys- on the move....the drving is better than the destinations.
overcome the fear of what other people think of me when they meet me. (some think i am weird. it upsets me.)
hang out in india again for a while.
go back up to cape york to paint. (that is happening.)
write my book which is languishing in the nether reaches of some drawer somewhere. been inspired by gary's work.
pursue my special interests free from pressure.
paint like camilla
accept the fact that my sense of who i am is a series of pronounced fragmentations that is not akin to a typical "self".
re-learn italian
do a series of works on the Divine Comedy.
Write poetry again.
write more short stories.
meet other people as weird as me.
get "the Border Group" of artists up and running.
make some frigging money again.
the liste goes on