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Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Painting and Thinking

I think a lot while I paint the hex signs. Yes, my first and primary thoughts are to focus the energies into the sign for the person or people for whom I am painting. But thoughts lead to thoughts which lead to more as I
focus on the sign (today, strength, as I am painting a Mighty Oak) and today my thoughts ran to my recent frustration with being able to paint quickly and accurately, and then on to advise my father gave me when I was young.

You may have gathered -- correctly -- that I no longer fit that description. I am in my 70s, and while "everyone" notes that I am not typical of women of my age, age is showing to me at least. My recent illness meant several weeks when neither my hands nor my eyes wanted to cooperate with the brush. My body is working much better now -- or else I would not be painting -- but it is still more of a challenge than it was last year. And the advice I was given by an elderly painter years back, "just paint between the shakes" doesn't necessarily apply to what I do. He was a fine art painter; his work did not require two, identical, coats of paint be applied to each area of color. Using house paint on the signs does, so not only do I need to accurately follow my light guide lines, I have to accurately retrace those exact steps again, which means I not only have to coordinate the hand, the eyes have to work pretty darn well. And this is getting more difficult.

Somehow, maybe because the energies in this sign are masculine, my mind wandered on to my father's advice: always have "something to fall back on." He meant, whatever your life path, whatever career you aspire to (I was still a student when he laid his words of wisdom on me), make sure you can do something else as well. I took from his words the meaning of something that would be universally required.

At that time, my heart was set on a career in science, astronomy specifically. And yes, even then I wrestled with the notion of doing something "useful" as opposed to something like astronomy, which, at that time at least, seemed pretty irrelevant to daily life. Probably still is, at least to many folks.  He wanted me to be a teacher "as a fall back." Which made sense, in a way, but had no appeal. But as life unfolded, I did not end up in a scientific career but I did end up teaching... a lot. Most of it was not either in a classroom setting or for pay, which is not surprising to me at all, since I came of age not only in the hippie era, but also in the company of the early computer geeks and hackers. "Information wants to be free."

Over the course of my life, I did many jobs "as fall backs." For several years I was the darling of several temp agencies, as I took whatever they threw at me and made the company look good... from detailing cars just off the boat from Japan to fun in a pizza factory, which could have been a plot straight out of "I Love Lucy," to outworking (and essentially replacing) two high school football players at a tent sale, showing huge throw rugs. Over the years, though, my real "fall back" was janitorial work. It was mindless, easy to come by due to high turn over, and paid the bills. And while it was physical, it was not beyond me.

Now, though... I dunno.

Which got me to thinking about the advice we give our kids, and even to ourselves. We try to raise our youngsters to succeed in the world we see coming. The advice we give them, the ideas and skills we try to share, are thoroughly rooted in our perceptions of the world around us. And while we may not always think so, I think those perceptions actually say more about US than they do about the world. We each see the world through our own "filters": our experiences, what we were taught, etc. These are all very personal and individual things.

My dad could no more foresee the world of 2019 -- or 2020, to play with the upcoming year which will have enough memes to drive us all to drink, I fear -- than most of the science fiction writers I read as a youth. And when he gave me his advice, he was still in the prime of his life so had no clue of the challenges that age would bring him, let alone what I would face as a woman going on three times the age he was at the time.

So, in the face of all this, do I have any words for the next generations? Maybe I should just keep my mouth shut, because pretty much, I think they are doing great with the crap that we, unthinking, handed them. I will say, though, DO THINK it through.. all of it. There is always a tendency to "throw the baby out with the bathwater." Not all of alleged progress is good, not all of the past is bad. I hope you choose better than my generation did, overall. Just my opinion, of course, but I wish more of us had understood that we all have to live together on this one planet, had worked harder to work together, with her, and fewer had been lured by the love of money.