[A recent letter to an old friend.]
As we discussed, I spent the last 20 years working on what I call “The Manhattan Series” Thousands of drawings, all drawn on the backs of business cards.
I would eventually like to get the piece shown somewhere in Edinburgh, then donate it to a national arts organization for posterity. It’s important to me that it ends up in Scotland.
Not only is Edinburgh where I grew up, it’s where I learned my trade, where I learned how to walk around the city and get inspiration and figure out how to translate that into an art form. Back when David Mackenize (the film director, and one of my best friends) and I were kids circa mid-80s, he was living with me in the New Town. We’d make it our business once a day to go out “and get some culture”. That early attempt at being proactively cultural served us both well over the years.
I’m also looking for gallery representation and publishers over there.
It’s important to me the body of work gets displayed somewhere at least once as a single, vast piece, preferably in Edinburgh, either in a large room or perhaps a large corridor.
Anyway, I think it’ll be an interesting art project. Cheers!
Jospeh Campbell famously spoke of having a “Bliss Station”, a place or time in the day where nobody or nothing owns you, a place were you make the magic happen, where you do nothing but follow your bliss. My friend Austin Kleon wrote about it well a couple of years ago. A religious monk will have something similar, the first hour in the day set for prayer and meditation.
You can call it anything you want- meditation, following your bliss, spending time with The Lord, prayer and contemplation- what matters is, of course, consciousness and mind expansion, and the cultivation thereof.
This is one of my favorites from 2018. It’s the story of my life.
If you’re a creative professional- writer, artist, filmmaker, dressmaker, poet, it doesn’t matter- this feeling is going hit you sooner or later. However worthy your efforts, there’s always something missing. Not enough recognition, not enough money, not enough critical praise , not enough people liking it for the right reasons.
It only get easier, once you realize that this feeling is normal- so normal, in fact, that if you’re not feeling it, you’re probably doing something wrong.
The Holy people call it contemplation. You’re praying, but not because you’re asking for something, but just trying to be in the God’s presence, trying to experience maximum consciousness.
There may be a better way of spending time on this Earth, but I don’t know of one.
The media chaps certainly are good at making being an entrepreneur LOOK glamorous.
The reality is anything but.
My take? That being an entrepreneur is not something you choose, but you just end up doing because you’re incapable of doing the alternative day job thing.
I like these minimalist cartoons- the ones that tell a lot of story in very few lines. Where the complexity of the story juxtaposes with the simplicity of the execution. It’s actually harder than it looks.