Diary

Let’s look in the mirror. Really look at your face. Look at your eyes, your mouth.

This is what you think you know best

BY THE TIME you read this, you’ll be older than you remember

The weather today is increasing concern followed by full-blown dread

How the viewer controls the view. How the artist is dead. We see what we want. We see
how we want. We only see ourselves. All the artist can do is give us something to look at.

And what you can’t understand you can make mean anything.

“The goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create
something that will.”

“Here’s where it gets interesting,” the doctor’s voice says. “According to split-brain
physiology, your brain is divided like a walnut into two halves.”
The left half of your brain deals with logic, language, calculation, and reason, he says.
This is the half people perceive as their personal identity. This is the conscious, rational,
everyday basis of our reality.
The right side of your brain, the doctor tells her, is the center of your intuition, emotion,
insight, and pattern recognition skills. Your subconscious.
“Your left brain is a scientist,” the doctor says. “Your right brain is an artist.”

Everything is a self-portrait.
Everything is a diary.

How we spend our lives trying to express ourselves well, but we have nothing to tell. We
want creativity to be a system of cause and effect. Results. Marketable product. We want
dedication and discipline to equal recognition and reward. We get on our art school
treadmill, our graduate program for a master’s in fine arts, and practice, practice, practice.
With all our excellent skills, we have nothing special to document.

Just for the record, the weather today is partly suspicious with chances of betrayal.