Sometimes it's a picture, other times a photograph or something from the phonograph. Art in some form manages to capture in its medium something you struggled to put into words and when you found it/saw it or heard it, all you could do was nod emphatically.
This is from someone who lives and works thousands of miles from here, whom I shall never meet (like 99.99999% of the rest of the world around me), but whose lack of in-person introduction I do, and will, regret more than most because he's so damn clever and completely without artifice.
I was (sort of) introduced to him through a relative of his whom I met very briefly a couple of years back and with whom I stay in contact (and who is extremely talented in her own art form meaning this must be a very tough table come the 'home for the holidays dinner' picture postcard). And if you have a chance to review some of his offerings, it's pretty obvious (at least to me) that I'm sure he's happy people like his efforts and leave him notes to that effect, but he's not in it for the cheers.
I don't possess any of the skills he uses with such aplomb and ambition-but I know how to watch the work and ways of someone who loves what he does not for what it brings him of this world but for what it helps him add to the worlds of everyone else. But look for yourself and draw your own conclusion.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
Friday, September 14, 2012
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