accepted plastyk

time seems relevant for those that need it to be necessary.

as much as can be said that i "try" i cannot mustard myself with the idea of singular (and/or) convention. the intellectual device of time dissolves and seems relatively antiquated as just one pin in the panes of the foot.

we all humans need consistency, our instinct is strong with the stuff.  comfort, familiarity, recognizable, survival,  ..  to survive or for our values to survive (including the value of our loves, loved ones, or genetic line in our offspring or passed along culture/idea).
thus, we need and will continue to create and shape our world like a nest, a den.  we adapt and make it comfortable and conducive to our survival and comforts and to thrive by.

but the more experience that i am attached to the more irrelevant i find the standard and convention as established, as taught, as programmed, as conditioned and impressed or "passed along" as exists in our relative world and modern cultures/sciences/ether.

it seems that human "accepteds," are mostly outdated.  like old practices that continue only because they were or are unquestioned, unchallenged and even where there are those that fight to keep the seeming comfort they feel can only come from those good old practices, traditions, ways, etc.  even so far as "to the death."


"artist."  another category. another convention.  an intellectual-evolved idea that helps us to clump together and feel comforted and confident in continuing to fulfill the instinct of survival - to follow our biological assigns.

"i yam what i yam" - one of the oldest quotes i find relevance with - popeye (or if you feel, whoever put those words in the cartoon sailor's mouth).  that's all that i yam.
pretty obvious what that means.  of course we each will interpret it as far as we can "see."
am i what i say i am?  am i what others say i am?  am i what history writes or what retrospect reveals?  am i the sum total of what i directly or obviously affected? . . . effect?

quickly reality makes as much sense as it does not.  and it matters that it does as much as it does not.
so at some point one makes a kind of choice of what to follow - or, what influences to try for, like a kayak on a wide and diverse river of rapids.  some paths you can achieve with work, with choice, with will but other paths are not a reality due to the surround, the context, the other influences and existence at play.
because we imagine it, can imagine it, does not dictate existence to the continua. reality is regardless of human arrogance and fuss.

we support what our dynamic can reveal.  we are sentinel to that, steward, guardian.  our own best representatives responsible for the content contributed to that human cultural ether.

artist?  i've tried to feel myself that, to think myself that.  but [only] feeling myself that feels me as much sense as does when i try(ied) to wear jewelry, or to fit in with the practices of partying, drinking(i do drink alcohols but not in the standard and/or expected ways), college-ing, etc.
it's not that i entirely or necessarily "don't care" i just don't have those reactions, sense, or mood that blindly commands me to follow what is in front of me, what is easy, what is presented as "sure things" or ways to happiness, fortune, or success.

to me there is no one way to be.  life is changing.  life is change. static and absolutes are only relatively temporarily-so.  perhaps it is idea of "life in the human lifespan" that people align their opposition with, to what i say; good point.  but what happens, what does one see, when they see beyond their own life, either before, after, or the abstract realm of multiple eventuality and/or outcome?  it is overwhelming and fulfilling.

of course, i am the odd one it seems, the exception to the standard or mean consistency of the main body.  at least the body of humankind i've observed up to this point.  i do not select my observations, my rhythms feel to try to involve a balanced diet of observation; counterpoints and contrasts in experience and people and contexts.

"trained artist" - is relevant and is not.  to me "everyone is art" (and not due to some singular school i may be thought to belong to or that i display the properties of, an artist is the trained artist as well as not) thus "everyone is artist" thus "everyone is art."  and some will say "yeah but, come on" and that is ok as well, isn't it.  "each steward of their own dynamic," so we each will defend or argue our points, represent our nature and knowledge.  the trained artist is trained in relatively specific disciplines or outcomes or contexts, values, etc.  a human is trained, can be trained.  a human will get very specific in task, say, to cook, or build a structure.  this does not make them "only" a cook, "only an engineer" etc.  they are all including the "human" they also decide to call themselves.
but humans like limitations, containers.  consistent comfort-makers.  our chemicals correctly working for us to push our existence, our species onward.

art is a byproduct of observation, of experience, of the biochemical energy of our dynamic - that our dynamic receives and reconciles or interprets or translates.  we digest all, make it our own, and produce the exhales and products of our own contribute. recycling? i suppose that could apply.