Trends in the arts point to societal hot points. Picasso saw primitive art as a means to discuss our African commonality. Cormac McCarthy writes of a return to tribalism and rugged frontier life.
Something that makes me think of the why and the what we’re doing is how it seems we’re seeking the simplicity of our ancestors.
No tweets or twerks.
What does good art, poetry, literature, film, and music seek?
The essence of who we are. And who we can be. What really matters?
Keep it simple. Appreciate the sublime.
There’s something to a new year that’s both full of promise and strangely empty.
As the new year offers a figurative blank slate of twelve months to plan and plot new pathways, the passing of the previous year rings as a dull pang in the conscious of regret or disappointment.
What could be done has been done, and what will be done will be.
The key is to launch the ship and journey into the unknown, charting a course with the information gained from previous launches.
That’s the truth of the past mixed with the story of the future.