A Blog

I have been inspired by a very good friend this morning to do more writing. Actually, many have mentioned that I should. So I will start here with this picture.

Is this picture art?

The simple fact that you looked at it and thought, or felt, or assumed something about it..... Makes it art I think.

It's also a story

A tiny bit of time. A glimpse of myself and a cat called squeaker that has followed me around 9 years, we are fucking tired already and have a 22 hour drive west to do. It is also the middle of the first year of what I call "retire now while I can't afford it, instead of later when I can't either, and become an artist" phase. Spending any time contemplating on where to start the story would be a waste of it I think. This is where the dart hit the map, so to speak, and this is where it will start I guess.

There is a fair amount of room to fill the internet with whatever I see fit, so here is my stash.

I guess I should begin with "why artist? why now?" And I will say why the hell not. I want to be an artist and there is no need to wait until I grow up, is there? It is discussed among my friends as to whether or not that will ever happen anyways. I will do whatever art I feel like. I will also say what I think about art, so you may be entertained, or not, I don't care. It's art, not the world series cup

What is art to me? Everything really, From the machine to the tool used to fix the machine. The painting and the brush, the B with the S, and the Yin and Yang. Art is balance I could say, Good and evil. Life is art and that is how it is to me. A new art friend I made recently posted her feelings about how experiences can mold a person and shape the future. Her words on the topic were far more eloquent than I can express on a good day, and for more wholesome to think about than what the actors on that TV show called "news" have to say. Her words were art. They inspired me to talk about what I am talking about right now, which is what I am talking about.

Art is what I need to do. I know this because I feel like it, pretty easy. I can't exactly remember when I got my hands on a wrench, but that started a path that has taken me down a 3 decade long path and molded me into the vulgar decrepit weirdo that I am today and I wouldn't trade it for anything. If you read what I write for long enough then you will have no problem understanding what the hell is wrong me. Or, you will think whatever you want because this is just the way it is suppose to be. ART.

I will call this section "Story Time" until I think of something better. Here, I will tell stories that pop into my head that have some sort of relevance to whatever I happen to be contemplating that day. I might also include pictures and journal entries from when I went to Iraq in 03. I don't know, lets just see where this road goes and enjoy the ride!

-Ryan

"The worlds most interesting artist"