Wretched Guts of Freedom

The interesting thing about art derived from an ugly wretched pain is that the artist develops a greater understanding of that pain. To be moved enough to create something out of pain is an acknowledgment or confrontation of that pain, a process. The result of that process is a transformation with a deep meaning to the creator. The transformation is the eventual letting go or moving on.

Even with letting go or moving on, there is still that knowledge possessed. Letting go isn't eliminating or forgetting pain. Letting go is a choice. It is choosing to refrain from struggle. It is a freedom. The pain is there and it cannot be denied. It just exists in an altered state, another form. For me, that is the beauty in art. Even art derived from something ugly, wretched, and painful.

For me, it is freedom...

Outside the Box

Think outside of the box and write outside of the box and you will be outside of the box.

How do I cause thought outside of the box? How do I write that down while outside? I don’t know and I don’t know. If I knew it would be inside of my box. Even when considering the boundaries of my box, as I breathe and see, there are varied concepts of volume and distance. Does my box have windows and doors? I’d never be able to get out without them. After all, the most useful part of a box is the part where the box isn’t. The passage of open mind is always permitted. The knowledge of my box is not static. With a closed mind all volume and distance is static. I am certain of that.

So then, if the knowledge of my box is not static what are the assumptions for the change in volume and distance? Am I free to interpretations? Yes, I am free to interpretation. I am free to live, think, and write outside of the box. I have no idea how, but I am open to that. If I claimed to know how, then I would be inside the box. How do I forget everything I already know or disregard everything I want to know and place my pen down to paper with a clean page?

Now then, I wander outside of the box and I realize that. The moment I realize that, I have changed the borders of my box. I am no longer outside. Did I merely move the box or did I expand my box? What is the perspective of movement from A to B? These points can be inside and outside at the same time and each may be viewed from the other. I equate this to seeing myself as others do. Step outside of myself and see me. This is my realm and outside of my realm. The focus can be inside the box or outside of the box, inside my realm or outside of it.

Did you ever wonder how many people only see the "outside of the box" as a two dimensional box? Draw a box on a piece of paper. Put a dot on the inside. That is you. Put a dot outside of the box. That is also you. That is not thinking outside of the box. That is thinking outside of the square. That is X and Y. Pick your pen up off of the paper and put a dot in the air. That is also you. Include the Z axis. X, Y, and Z. Why? Because it is then a box. Shoes come in a box. Cereal comes in a box. We live in a box, so to speak. They all have a known volume and distance. Don’t be so comfortable in there. Eat a good breakfast, put on some comfy shoes and go for a walk outside of your box. Have an open mind. Utilize the useful portions of your mind and take the passage beyond.

Furthermore, don't see the box as three dimensional. I don’t know what I don't see...