That’s what leads man to the idea of a legacy. I’m one. One reason I set out to market and sell my Vinyl Art is to create a collection out there of my portraits that could one day be reassembled into a retrospective exhibit at the Guggenheim. Yep. The Guggenheim.

Pff. Live your Life. That’s why were given it. But, we’re also given that ability to accumulate moments in memory and project into the future. And we’re given creativity. So the paradox. If Life is about cycles with no judgement, no accumulation of points, then what is the creativity for? What’s it supposed to leave behind?

I paint portraits on the artifacts of music. The music isn’t left once you’ve heard it, other than in your memory. Ponder that one too. Music vs. visual art. My mashup of the two. Hmm.

Peace.
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.-= Daniel Edlen´s last blog ..Vinyl Art Goes To London! =-.

She had lost weight rapidly, so we took her to the vet and heard the bad news.

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse
to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measles-pox;

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
tending as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.

(Mary Oliver)

To be full of curiosity and amazement, to remember and remember and remember what it is to be alive … To really look and … I don’t have to ‘make’ anything of my life, as it is making itself at every moment.

My individual form will unweave itself some day, unravelling like an old sweater and death will. I am not the sweater but the thread and the thread remains unbroken, to be woven into new forms, new garments, of flesh or some finer stuff, who knows?

Whatever we imagine of death and what may come after it will by its very nature, be different. But I am completely convinced that there is nothing to fear.

As regards animals I remember when my little cat’s kidneys were failing and she was nearing death, though she was very weak, hardly able to move, she would make her way outside and find a spot where the soil was bare, not on the grass, lying there very still and quiet, all alone. A couple of times I brought her back inside thinking she would be more comfortable but she made her way outside. She did not want attention, to be petted or held by me or anyone, neither eating nor drinking, she had turned away from life. Just her and the bare earth, so calm and dignified. The vet said she would have to be euthanized as otherwise, as her kidneys shut down completely, she would come to have seizures and be in pain. But maybe I could have left here there. She knew what was best. She may not have known in the human sense THAT she was about to die but she knew HOW to die. That little cat was wise beyond my present wisdom.
.-= jeff´s last blog ..In My Heart =-.