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Husband and Wife Make Paint Babies on a Tuesday

(Transcript: Written as a prelude to the painting session.)

I call upon this spring’s leaf buds to stand as emblems heralding a new era, an era of enchantment!  wherein we learn how to see again with eyes more subtle than seems, more surprising than surface, more now than before.  It is not sufficient to see the truth as only we have from our one perspective, for the truth not only deserves better, but is better and makes better worlds when lived inside.  That is as if two artists were to draw a hand, and then call the other mad for representing it from a different angle!  It is boring to be bored and to have heard and seen with neither thoughtful listens nor imaginative looks.  Welcome to the World.

Let us take our time here like clay and raise the land beneath our feet into the mountain we so love.  One cannot rest always in reception of the grace of good seeing, because one is not always open when resting.  So there is a making.  And in it the world is made better.  If we choose to see our partner as us, as better, we make ourselves capable of receiving what they do have.  We enhance the availability of the god or goddess, and thus work the myth into reality.

Recourse from the challenge is to lean upon our static, predictable, and comfortable selfhood.  The way we understand the world when we lay back cleanly into our ego seat.  And in this static seeing, our selves become stone and lose their malleability and we grow old and die all in one moment.   But when does it suffice to be wedded to a stone rather than a god?  A stone, a crone, a croak, married and alone!   Of course it is easy to see the surface of things, but I’ll not let my partner be so simple a thing and neither should you.  Not especially when we’ve got the raw skill set, willingness, desire, and authentic love to create a stronger, more meaningful experience, a plunge past the surface.  Where the really good questions are asked.

This is not a call to illusion.  Our words are already made up, and we already live inside of metaphors and symbols sets, so to call one version “reality” and the other “wishful thinking” is tomfoolery.  And so there is a making.

A call to artists, as the call to adventure.  If we are going to do anything, we had better make up our minds to do it well.  So, let’s you and I insist upon exercising our mind’s eye to see Greatness through the practice of faith, empathy, and imagination.  If we perceive a flaw in the other, let us then doubt the hater and not the god.  Let us not try to change each other [we are both already hard at work at transcending our own demons].  (I hear your tossing in your sleep) Let us instead raise a fist to doubt rather than the other person’s character.

I trust you are sleeping well upstairs.  I sat quietly for many minutes as I considered you, from the edge of our bed, and wondered at these ideas, of your croak and your god, and of my imaginative capacity to see them.  Seeing has just become a new sort of verb.  Seeing as a pushing forth, a loving the mountain as you walk it, a contemplative devotional and creative act, an engagement, an invocation.  I would sit and write, and you would sit beside me and read, and we would speak of style and flow and timing and wording, but no — missing the point.  There is a making.  My king with a crown of big, bed hair would sit with his feet next to me, and I would touch his eyes with thinking.  And he would see, and I would see.  And he would hear, and I would hear.  And together we would make something.

Playing with titles:

Marriage on a Tuesday Afternoon
The Wedded Studio
Sketchbook Sex
Art We Married Yet?
Water We Coloring Here?

Annie Dillard and Thomas Merton on Pushing Passed “Good Enough”

“Do not depend on the hope of results. You may have to face the fact that your work will be apparently worthless and even achieve no result at all, if not perhaps results opposite to what you expect. As you get used to this idea, you start more and more to concentrate not on the results, but on the value, the rightness, the truth of the work itself.”  – Thomas Merton

A thousand times a year students ask me, “Is this good enough?”  Their eyes gaze up at me from over a work of art that, yes probably, has hit all of the required standards, seeking some respite from the challenge set before them.  Good enough?  Compared to what? — I send the ball back into their court.  In that moment, either they fold, laughing, and label it “good enough” for now, presumably to be improved upon someday, some other day; or a light flashes within them, a neurological bridge sparks, and they begin the journey of passing through the center of their own potential.

An essential idea that I live by and share with my students often is that a work of art must pass through a stage of imperfection, even awkwardness, on its way to something better.  (Take, for example, this old caricature sketch of Carl Sagan by Zack.)

Old caricature of Carl Sagan by Zack

Born into a system of norms set strategically before us, it’s always surprising to be reminded that we are still ultimately at the helm of this process of what we accomplish and what we choose to bring into being.

We make sure our jobs are good enough to pay the bills, our health is good enough to get us through our days, our relationships are good enough that we can all get by without killing each other.   But isn’t it true that often we don’t take the opportunities to make these things more meaningful, more able to feed our spirits and raise that bar that has been set for us?  Have we any idea what’s possible?

The poetically irreverent  American novelist, Tom Robbins, once wrote: “we waste time looking for the perfect lover instead of creating the perfect love.”  This is a reminder that our relationships, our jobs, our daily interactions are creative acts.  We must create the world we seek or else settle for a world designed by someone else for someone else’s vision of what is possible.  Our north star then is to find what moves us to raise our bars and push passed the point of “good enough” towards our definition of sublime.  The brave and brilliant American writer Annie Dillard put it this way:

“There is always the temptation in life to diddle around making itsy-bitsy friends and meals and journeys for years on end. It is all so self conscious, so apparently moral…But I won’t have it. The world is wilder than that in all directions, more dangerous…more extravagant and bright. We are…raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain, or Lazarus.”

At a certain point, we have to ask: Are we aiming to settle for what the world has asked us to achieve, or do we see the potential for something radically more meaningful?  The first story has already been told.  The second is the story that you may have been born to tell.

Spiral Leaf (unfinished), Micron in black sketchbook, 2016, by Jennifer Rame
Spiral Leaf (unfinished sketch), Micron in black sketchbook, 2016, by Jennifer Ramey

The challenge of refining a work of art — and that may be the art of painting or of teaching, of building relationships or being a better or more authentic communicator — is complex to say the least.  Realist painter Jacob Collins said that this process “…is torture… There’s always some newly seen flaw.  But the little glimpses of beauty between the anxiety make it worth it.”   You can tell when your work is definitely not done, but by working on it, you also run the risk of overworking it.  And in the back of your mind, you know there is the very real possibility that your work may fail or be noticed by none.  On this Thomas Merton wrote:

“Do not depend on the hope of results. You may have to face the fact that your work will be apparently worthless and even achieve no result at all, if not perhaps results opposite to what you expect. As you get used to this idea, you start more and more to concentrate not on the results, but on the value, the rightness, the truth of the work itself.”

Annie Dillard and Thomas Merton are two twentieth century writers, working somewhere between spiritual pilgrims and fringe revolutionists, who spent their lives conjuring and stoking this devotional fire dedicated to telling a different story of being human in our modern world.  They found quickly that to do this one must abandon the temporary comforts of seeking affirmation and instead follow with steadfastness the vision of human potential that haunts their hearts like a calling.

Spiral Leaf: Micron, watercolor, and Graphitint pencils, black sketchbook, 2016 by Jennifer Ramey
Spiral Leaf: Micron, watercolor, and Graphitint pencils, black sketchbook, 2016 by Jennifer Ramey

The act of pushing passed our inherited story of “good enough” is nothing short of a miracle.  It’s the task of taking the antiquated, inherited definitions of “commitment” and “devotion” and “faith” and “beauty” and reclaiming them, covering them in graffiti, in your very blood, and letting them help you bring your vision of your great works passed product straight into the heart of the processAnnie Dillard put it this way:

“One of the things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for later, something better. These things fill from behind, from beneath, like well water. Similarly, the impulse to keep to yourself what you have learned is not only shameful, it is destructive. Anything you do not give freely and abundantly becomes lost to you. You open your safe and find ashes.”