tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19443856631522235012024-03-12T16:25:39.954-07:00Empathinc. | Join The ConversationA discussion of all things Empathinc.Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.comBlogger152125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-71949265520320009382012-05-21T16:22:00.000-07:002012-05-21T16:24:29.584-07:00"Call and response: Kelly Warren"<div style="color: #783f04;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>I’m working on a series called "Call and Response".
It’s about dialogue. I would appreciate it if you would participate.
Just send 2-4 pieces of evidence. It could be images of your work,
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Thanks for inviting me to be a part of the conversation. Here are some things that I am interested in currently (they are always changing!):</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>1. <i>Using reclaimed materials to create something: </i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>This video is one I have probably shared with you...I just love it and Dan Phillips makes it sound so easy! </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>*My aunt is an artist out of Phoenix, AZ who creates beautiful works of art from "junk". She is the person who finds treasure in your trash. It has amazed me for as long as I can remember, and I've always loved and appreciated the idea of "mixed-media" creations. Recently, I have invested some time into starting to make my own (and first) dining table out of reclaimed barn wood from a barn that was torn down here in Washington, NC. <i>I have no idea how it will turn out, but I am so excited to go through all of the steps of preparation and creation.</i> There is a plan in place but I predict that it will change as things progress. To me there is something so rewarding, beautiful and thoughtful about using reclaimed/recycled materials to create anything!</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>2. <i>Embellishments</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>*I see embellishments everywhere...clothes, cars, billboards, TV, etc.
They are flashy and catch you eye but can be so void of any
meaning/utility. I also hear embellishments constantly throughout the
day...in stories, news broadcasts, from students, from neighbors, etc. Now I've been known to embellish a story from time to time, which can be
a creative outlet. However, the embellishments that are used for
personal gain (i.e.-politician platforms) have really become very
troubling to me. I want stripped down, honest, and simple...the
embellishments have become just too much these days. <i>What ever happened
to simplicity?</i></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 85%;"><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 130%;"><b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">3. Diversity (this one is a little jumbled!)<br /><br />*I've always been drawn to things that were different--people who thought and looked differently from me. As a young girl, I wanted to learn about what made people different--their backgrounds, experiences, upbringing, etc. I wanted to understand them so that it would help me relate and find common ground. I did this before the word "diversity" became such a buzz word. I did this out of an innate curiosity to learn about others. The word "diversity" comes up a lot over here at ECU. There are plans to increase diversity, programs to support underrepresented groups of people, and governing powers telling institutions that they need to have faculty that reflect the diversity of the student body, which also needs to be more diverse. I also know that our world would be quite boring without diversity in thoughts, art, music, religions, styles, languages, etc. But I struggle to find a balance when it comes to focusing so much on diversity it becomes divisive and we get pushed further apart, rather than being brought together to appreciate our similarities and celebrate our differences. Someone always seems to be left out. <i>I'm not sure if this makes sense.</i> I wonder if the artists struggles with this concept of diversity...you want to create a brand or a certain look/style, but you want to create something new and different with each new piece, too. </span></b></span></span><br />
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<b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">1. </span>"I have no idea how it will turn out, but I am so
excited to go through all of the steps of preparation and creation." <span style="color: #b45f06;">Here at empathinc. we call that process. Actually we call it good livin'.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">2. </span><span style="font-size: large;">"What ever happened
to simplicity?" <span style="color: #b45f06;">We don't have an answer for that one, Kelly. Tell you what - we'll google on our smart phone and then text you and post on our Twitter account to insure redundancies.</span></span></b></div>
<b><span style="color: #274e13; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">3. </span><span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"I'm not
sure if this makes sense." <span style="color: #b45f06;">empathinc. holds that anything related to an individual is already imbued with meaning. And that just makes good sense to us. Understanding is overrated.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666600; font-weight: bold;">1. <a href="http://tackyweddings.com/2008/12/02/hello-kitty-weddings-vomit/">Shamelessly lifted from the World Wide Web</a> (WWW).</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666600; font-weight: bold;">2. Willoree Ford (grandaughter) with my friends <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CoPzCImBf2Q&feature=g-user-u">Almetto and James Alexander</a>.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #666600; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: small;">3. Shameless promotion of son Isaac Schulz' new project: <a href="http://everytokyo.exblog.jp/18299263/">Shibuya Wildcats</a>.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Kelly's blogs: </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="http://theoriginaldubs.wordpress.com/2012/02/28/a-bit-of-wildness-in-sophistication-the-art-of-scott-avett/">This
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>And here: <a href="http://evolutionofafan.wordpress.com/">"I love music and I love to
write…so there ya have it! I hope you enjoy my blog about the music
that invades my life and plays a major role in my evolution."</a></b></span></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">Thanks for being part of the conversation, Kelly!</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; font-size: large;">Have a great life,</span></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #666600; font-weight: bold;">While
comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #666600; font-weight: bold;">here at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">empathinc</span></span></span>. we prefer to
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: #666600; font-weight: bold;">This series is an
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<span style="font-size: large;">“Rabbit's clever," said Pooh thoughtfully.<br />"Yes," said Piglet,
"Rabbit's clever."<br />"And he has Brain."<br />"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit
has Brain."<br />There was a long silence.<br />"I suppose," said Pooh,
"that that's why he never understands anything.”
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666600; font-weight: bold;">here at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">empathinc</span></span></span>. we prefer to
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666600; font-weight: bold;">This series is an
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</div>Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-76024515475943784312012-05-08T15:45:00.000-07:002012-05-08T15:45:17.440-07:00"Call and Response - Empathy in Corporation"<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"You employ stone, wood, and concrete, and with these materials you
build houses and palaces: that is construction. Ingenuity is at work.
<b>But suddenly you touch my heart, you do me good.</b> I am happy and I say:
'This is beautiful.'" </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://exhibits.slpl.org/steedman/data/Steedman240088533.asp">Le Corbusier (see more here)</a></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">My years of working with the root concepts of empathy have lead me time and time again to <b>issues of place</b>. I'll spare you the inchoate details and cut to the chase.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">If I attend to empathy as empathy has come to be <b><i>enacted</i></b>, then I walk a mile in your shoes and manage to think as you think.I have come to understand that concept as being way off the mark. To even <b><i>assume</i></b> that I understand your feelings (as you experience your feelings) is a kind of <b>emotional colonialism</b>. I can't <b><i>occupy</i></b> your emotions without impressing my life experiences on yours. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">How could that even work? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">What I <i>can </i>do is <b>hold a space sacred</b> so that perhaps you can experience your circumstances in safety. Why, that's a veritable <b><i>cathedral of circumstance</i></b>. The question du jour of the day becomes: do we <i>make</i> a space sacred? Is a space always already sacred and <b>we find ourselves slow dancing in an empathic exchange</b>? Is a space made sacred through our recognition of each other? Our recognition of the space as being intrinsically sacred?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And <b>the thought envelopes you</b>. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">And it embraces me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">And <b>this is beautiful</b>.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"Consider this:
Let’s say that the space you occupy is a Jello mold and that you and your circle of family and friends – your reality team – are banana slices suspended in lemon lime goodness.
Now what transpires within each banana slice is implicitly akin to the Jello, and jiggles about as the Jello jiggles. <b>And there is a certain simplicity about this."</b>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"From the dawn of man's imagination, place has enshrined the spirit; <b>as
soon as man stopped wandering and stood still and looked about him, he
found a god in that place</b>; and from then on, that was where the god
abided and spoke from if ever he spoke."</span></div>
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comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and
Effect existence, </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666600; font-weight: bold;">here at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">empathinc</span></span></span>. we prefer to
live in a Call and Response Universe. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666600; font-weight: bold;">This series is an
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">"The freely associating mind is able to pass across time barriers,
sensing the future and reappraising the past. </span><b style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Our minds are time machines, able to sense the flow of possibility waves
from both the past and future</b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">."</span> </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.fredalanwolf.com/">Fred Alan Wolf </a></span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>Imagine <span style="font-size: large;">(if you will)</span> that your reality
<span style="font-size: large;">(as you have come to understand your reality)</span> is not a stagnant
construct. <span style="font-size: large;">Oh,to the contrary.</span> Yes,imagine then, your reality as fluid: a stream
flowing once forward and then receding. <span style="font-size: large;">A tide that provides both the
ebb and flow of concrete being.</span>Surface providing a reflexion of mixed vision. <span style="font-size: large;">You staring at you staring </span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">at you.</span></b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">"The single story creates stereotypes, and the problem with stereotypes
is not that they are untrue, but that they are incomplete. They make one
story become the only story.” <b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.l3.ulg.ac.be/adichie/">Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie</a></span></b> </span></div>
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<b>1. Workmen at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, uncrating "The Madonna of the Rosaries," a painting by Caravaggio on loan from the Austrian government, 1950.</b></div>
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<b>2. Volunteers at an empathinc. event unpacking, "The Ditch Digger", a painting by <a href="http://scottavett.com/">Scott Avett</a>, on loan from Scott Avett (Avett Brothers Nation), <a href="http://artstoryspirit.com/">ArtStorySpirit</a>, 2012. Photo by <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A61tRCIzoVc&feature=g-all-u">Daniel de Wit</a>.</b></div>
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Effect existence, </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666600; font-weight: bold;">here at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">empathinc</span></span></span>. we prefer to
live in a Call and Response Universe. </span><br /><span style="color: #666600; font-weight: bold;">This series is an
exploration of that space. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>The poet Rilke looked at a statue of Apollo about fifty years ago, and Apollo spoke to him.</i> <b>“You must change your life,” he said. When true myth rises into consciousness, that is always its message. You must change your life.”</b> </span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJsTuR7LXyikMIOwQL3lnSXbBCullIsnDZFplijulFLin77RO14NbAWlRAPM348jJUW7T9lWaZSA9SxlF6BsenvvoViacBrdvnuCy4qceSnGS7hzSrc-lMBgahyi_-XMUqZX0VkdbYOU0/s1600/sc0164f05f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="315" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJsTuR7LXyikMIOwQL3lnSXbBCullIsnDZFplijulFLin77RO14NbAWlRAPM348jJUW7T9lWaZSA9SxlF6BsenvvoViacBrdvnuCy4qceSnGS7hzSrc-lMBgahyi_-XMUqZX0VkdbYOU0/s400/sc0164f05f.jpg" width="400" /></a><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">Wouldn't it be marvelous if you could trace the lineage of your personal history around and around through the turnings of the labyrinth that is time? Your narrative would serve as the thread that is Ariadne's yarn, wound up in a representation of your own spiral DNA.</span></b> <b>From the <a href="https://www.google.com/search?tbm=isch&client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&hl=en&source=hp&biw=1024&bih=581&q=hubble+images&gbv=2&oq=hubb&aq=1&aqi=g10&aql=1&gs_nf=1&gs_l=img.1.1.0l10.3048.4689.0.8521.4.4.0.0.0.0.374.776.0j3j0j1.4.0.epsugrst.1.xyf1chG-KcA#hl=en&client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla:en-US%3Aofficial&gbv=2&tbm=isch&sa=1&q=dust+bowl&oq=dust&aq=1&aqi=g10&aql=1&gs_nf=1&gs_l=img.1.1.0l10.67448.68517.0.71277.4.4.0.0.0.1.1392.2090.0j1j2j7-1.4.0.epsugrst.1.il672XULFqQ&pbx=1&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.r_qf.,cf.osb&fp=4f1c8259c60aa95a&biw=1024&bih=581">Joadian</a> dust fields to the <a href="https://www.google.com/search?tbm=isch&client=firefox-a&rls=org.mozilla%3Aen-US%3Aofficial&hl=en&source=hp&biw=1024&bih=581&q=hubble+images&gbv=2&oq=hubb&aq=1&aqi=g10&aql=1&gs_nf=1&gs_l=img.1.1.0l10.3048.4689.0.8521.4.4.0.0.0.0.374.776.0j3j0j1.4.0.epsugrst.1.xyf1chG-KcA">Hubblian</a> star </b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">fields</span></b>
- <b><span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">your </span></b></span><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span><br />
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would be made for you and you.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Or
what if you snip out disparate images and pasted them in your memory as
an alternate reality? Could you smudge out the edges and</b></span></div>
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>mollify your
editing? Peel back the shadowed folds and peek beneath the layers? </b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Could you let go of the string and risk being
lost?
Accept being lost? Embrace being lost? What then might you find in the
tracing? In the yarn?</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>If you go far enough out </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>you can see the Universe itself, </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>all the billion light years summed up time </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>only as a flash, just as lonely, as distant </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>as a star on a June night </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>if you go far enough out. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>And still, my friend, if you go far enough out </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>you are only at the beginning
- of yourself. </b></span></div>
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<a href="http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/J/JacobsenRolf/">Rolf Jacobsen </a><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">1. Jack Whinery, homesteader, and his family. Pie Town, New Mexico, October 1940. Reproduction from color slide (tinting without permission by empathinc.). Photo by Russell Lee. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">2. Tom Schulz, artist, and some of his family (Mrs Tommie Bolton, <a href="http://www.in2wit.com/">Mary de Wit</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Ub8qu0zYTI&list=UUHy21f1zh8VsgyMdZMgn77g&index=13&feature=plcp">Billy Schulz</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fbziskzJtAM">Tomschulzartist,</a> <a href="http://johntheplantman.com/">Johntheplantman</a>). Columbus, Georgia, guessing 1965, photographer unknown (guessing <a href="http://grownmannow.com/">Jane Schulz</a>, could be William H. "Bill" Schulz). </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">3. Grandmother amusing her young companion in the waiting room of the Greyhound Bus Station, New York City, July 1947. (Courtesy of the National Archives)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">4. Nephew amusing his older aunts (Frances and Irma Hochstein) in the living room of Their Apartment. Most likely Washington DC. (Courtesy of the Green File Folder).</span></div>
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comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and
Effect existence, </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666600; font-weight: bold;">here at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">empathinc</span></span></span>. we prefer to
live in a Call and Response Universe. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666600; font-weight: bold;">This series is an
exploration of that space. </span></span><br />
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</div>Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-50100667977216497702012-04-11T16:30:00.024-07:002012-04-16T19:07:41.018-07:00"Call and Response: Wisdom"<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />"They fought a real revolution....and that meant every man was equal in the sight of Nature - with an equal chance. This didn't mean that twenty per cent of the people were free to rob the other eighty per cent of the means to live."</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> Carson McCullars, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter,</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> (1940)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6r1Y8tzN15EaM4rB5OEwryCqwQ76SejoVQaWN7TbeAad4dIUNvFi8vthc3VkdmUWCtwwLbSdvsm8rkHY08e20LnFxGhuov70tekv4vf5Ky4YObSb8QSzr5uGf3OxURz_gSI8PRG1fEhA/s1600/color032.sJPG_950_2000_0_75_0_50_50.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6r1Y8tzN15EaM4rB5OEwryCqwQ76SejoVQaWN7TbeAad4dIUNvFi8vthc3VkdmUWCtwwLbSdvsm8rkHY08e20LnFxGhuov70tekv4vf5Ky4YObSb8QSzr5uGf3OxURz_gSI8PRG1fEhA/s400/color032.sJPG_950_2000_0_75_0_50_50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730505333484127554" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >If it were'nt</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> for this, it wouldn't of been that. And that's the God's own truth, as far as I have known it to be true. Welcome to Wisdom.<br /><br />Now you? You might a known it in a different light: but you and me - both of us - known it to be the one and the same thing.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">That is the way of the </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidoVARge7kJJPQjX03ZFFM-Gyk_Y6byE-Ey9jF8HyZDzfdo61wjdScd-byE0-ZjInspWmNff7EZXweHVCmU1Bf8SWH5FO6ZiOG-ZAGO0-K_pl3rt9qsmmHOx841JWZ4BS3-hPL_Kk90NM/s1600/IMG_0351.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidoVARge7kJJPQjX03ZFFM-Gyk_Y6byE-Ey9jF8HyZDzfdo61wjdScd-byE0-ZjInspWmNff7EZXweHVCmU1Bf8SWH5FO6ZiOG-ZAGO0-K_pl3rt9qsmmHOx841JWZ4BS3-hPL_Kk90NM/s400/IMG_0351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730505326991946866" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">world. </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">And that is the</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> way of the whirled.<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">So be it.<br /><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Once and of a time, things was different. You had your way. And me?, I had mine.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But things was not the way that they is now. Cause first off: times they've changed. What was once again slow and of a particular motion is now </span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZDhZd4fUIgqY1jy-Gw0QTh2j-b6p9YBs0CQDbZ84hhXi8mHCBsuTbKJxzzt8Vt1KhXic4iFAH6az4rxExN3SGTVEvIjjaABfrhwoElELfEJ8T657ExJwkr2CZloi3oyzyKUhCFyhtBCw/s1600/2012-03-30_14-14-53_946_1.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZDhZd4fUIgqY1jy-Gw0QTh2j-b6p9YBs0CQDbZ84hhXi8mHCBsuTbKJxzzt8Vt1KhXic4iFAH6az4rxExN3SGTVEvIjjaABfrhwoElELfEJ8T657ExJwkr2CZloi3oyzyKUhCFyhtBCw/s400/2012-03-30_14-14-53_946_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730505315309175154" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">sped </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">up and sped up again </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">so as not to be recognized<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">(nor reconciled)<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">in the moment that we once thought of</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> as now. And that's just the way of it, like it or not it is of no matter to us.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />And the young people? The young people, they know of which I speak, for they and they alone, have known the particular now </span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFBIvoH1fqQuBUo0F8ShPzwvo3-i1-xaTa1UNKPpnRvdlkBvm-gxjvXREkR3f4NFmT__o8DC1oLzjscqxsstfgPfFIESsolx1IwohyphenhyphenHmQU20a9_v51RmjZABzIdHkdhWynbOBkKj7Bdd0/s1600/color046.sJPG_950_2000_0_75_0_50_50.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFBIvoH1fqQuBUo0F8ShPzwvo3-i1-xaTa1UNKPpnRvdlkBvm-gxjvXREkR3f4NFmT__o8DC1oLzjscqxsstfgPfFIESsolx1IwohyphenhyphenHmQU20a9_v51RmjZABzIdHkdhWynbOBkKj7Bdd0/s400/color046.sJPG_950_2000_0_75_0_50_50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730505349267278258" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">as </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">their now</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">. It has no </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Presidents, this now. No, for this now is one and </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">of a kind. Like the hares that is amongst both the garden and the moon and </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">the yarn.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Feeding hear and yon upon what is all and all the cultivated and the wild.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;" >Carrots be dammed.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Like vast concrete abutments across</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">the span of our understanding.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Such is:</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Wisdom</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" >Photo Credits:</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">1. Wisdom, Montana, April 1942. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by John Vachon. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br />2. Concrete, North Carolina, June 2006. Reproduction from digital camera. Photo by Tom Schulz. Prints and Photographs Division, Empathinc.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br />3. A welder who works in the round-house at the Chicago and Northwestern Railway Company's Proviso yard. Chicago, Illinois, December 1942. Reproduction from color slide. Photo by Jack Delano. Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br />4. An artist who works at the Wesmont Station Project. Wood-Ridge, New Jersey, March 2012. Download from mobile phone. Photo by Daniel de Wit. No prints in the Library of Congress</span> </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">While comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and Effect existence, here at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">empathinc</span></span></span>. we prefer to live in a Call and Response Universe. This series is an exploration of that space. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Thanks to </span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" href="http://johntheplantman.wordpress.com/">John Schulz</a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> for this link:<br /></span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);" href="http://extras.denverpost.com/archive/captured.asp">http://extras.denverpost.com/archive/captured.asp</a><br /><br /><br /></div>Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-74331018662655212602012-04-08T15:50:00.010-07:002012-04-08T18:52:02.541-07:00"Call and Response: Bio Degradable"<span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">"Resentment is the most precious flower</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">of poverty. Yeah."</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;">Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter" (1940)</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxSc_JaiHyCpIu6_LtPOrH8SsG6l3YlKMUhc9WpxGTEPpoTjK7wA2C7VR_LVShiJ5WeT-Wu43yry-GaqBsWBNT1_f0Yo5tC47QozvmL1yOmmPlExIIJ644e5oIXAX61FyiRNfPZDWhqo/s1600/sc0000c83c.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUxSc_JaiHyCpIu6_LtPOrH8SsG6l3YlKMUhc9WpxGTEPpoTjK7wA2C7VR_LVShiJ5WeT-Wu43yry-GaqBsWBNT1_f0Yo5tC47QozvmL1yOmmPlExIIJ644e5oIXAX61FyiRNfPZDWhqo/s400/sc0000c83c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729171255555167314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" ><span style="font-size:180%;">I don't know</span> <span style="font-size:100%;">if this ever happens to you. It happens to me. This is what happens: I begin something and it takes on a life and complexion of its own. That's good. But then as if the project were some conceptual chigger bite, I begin to worry it. Scratch at it. Scratching turns into embellishment. Stop me if this is new to you and I'll make every effort to<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIkst3oqv7uL6turNKdw8cS8-ECGYG4KAyJMSdkfePiHeq5-mMUsbRT2k1uPhPATGuGW7Fzilr92oqTKqsGWyHHuol9rI4Tu477a1INpp2JiHVB3nI4Op_S8HDk9aOKIB-SyQsyEcWCRc/s1600/2012-04-01_09-38-47_661.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIkst3oqv7uL6turNKdw8cS8-ECGYG4KAyJMSdkfePiHeq5-mMUsbRT2k1uPhPATGuGW7Fzilr92oqTKqsGWyHHuol9rI4Tu477a1INpp2JiHVB3nI4Op_S8HDk9aOKIB-SyQsyEcWCRc/s400/2012-04-01_09-38-47_661.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729171311514566786" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >add details.Before I am aware, a concept that may have been sublime and elegant as </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >birthed, </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >becomes bloated and ungainly. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >That's when (if I am paying any attention <span style="font-style: italic;">at all</span>), I stop. I sweep up. I evoke repairs.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >I let the air out of the balloon.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >I risk making mistakes. I </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOMwn50bcfC1i4Ik1pQ68BlAOEoqHkNYEEgxB64DFtg8GyMl3vm_R5Smm_3tiP1ytiNlLL2eORp8cA1XT3EuDf-VWcGCM9d1c8a3WHwxT18c1KCHsBrEkYRHk0fe3OCFpxZkSOwFeWGC0/s1600/IMG_2593_1.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 389px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOMwn50bcfC1i4Ik1pQ68BlAOEoqHkNYEEgxB64DFtg8GyMl3vm_R5Smm_3tiP1ytiNlLL2eORp8cA1XT3EuDf-VWcGCM9d1c8a3WHwxT18c1KCHsBrEkYRHk0fe3OCFpxZkSOwFeWGC0/s400/IMG_2593_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729171261210344818" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >walk away from the <span style="font-style: italic;">preciousness </span>of anticipation and preconceived desire.<br />I wear an aluminum foil hat and avail myself to the </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >unknown.<br />That is what I am going through right now. In eliminating the barriers that are the corral separating out the herd of <span style="font-style: italic;">who I am</span> from the herd of <span style="font-style: italic;">what I do, </span>I have constructed some free-ranging Golem. I have fashioned a simulacrum of my self. The hands molding the image are mine. The clay is the stuff of my inheritance, held together by the spit of my essential self.<br />You are there.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >And</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;" >we are connected at the intersection of effort and dream. Whirled without end.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" >Amen/Yeah.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" ><br /><br />“He saw that all the struggles of life were incessant, laborious, painful, that nothing was done quickly, without labor, that it had to undergo a thousand fondlings, revisings, moldings, addings, removings, graftings, tearings, correctings, smoothings, rebuildings, reconsiderings, nailings, tackings, chippings, hammerings, hoistings, connectings—all the poor fumbling uncertain incompletions of human endeavor. they went on forever and were forever incomplete, far from perfect, refined, or smooth, full of terrible memories of failure and fears of failure, yet, in the way of things, somehow noble, complete, and shining in the end…”</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:courier new;" >Jack Kerouac: <span style="font-style: italic;">The Town and the City</span>, (1950)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">While comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and Effect existence, here at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">empathinc</span></span></span>. we prefer to live in a Call and Response Universe. This series is an exploration of that space. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-70203002191500921842012-03-12T12:25:00.023-07:002012-03-26T16:51:34.885-07:00"Call and Response: Junko Kawashima"<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":1}"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="messageBody" ft="{"type":3}"><span style="font-size:180%;">"Without the coming of awareness, things cannot be seen. Whatever we see must be recognized<br />as existing on the verge of creativity."</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><a href="http://www.artbook.com/9780966350326.html">Kishio Suga</a></span></span></span></h6></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3p4gfqcTkouQff6hz2GWjdIGKzwRE1AdrK6CVXuKrE6OMvGL6vOEDHc7k1UUSU4dIrbckUTKK68-_32ZxIxv-4-3VopEH5o6KL0rbbwcQgeScQvYznGPHE8JfBKTzAXwcVEUKdBhbN5Q/s1600/154495_10150340318890089_475680795088_15945676_7334831_n.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3p4gfqcTkouQff6hz2GWjdIGKzwRE1AdrK6CVXuKrE6OMvGL6vOEDHc7k1UUSU4dIrbckUTKK68-_32ZxIxv-4-3VopEH5o6KL0rbbwcQgeScQvYznGPHE8JfBKTzAXwcVEUKdBhbN5Q/s400/154495_10150340318890089_475680795088_15945676_7334831_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723930194693028466" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Artist Junko Kawashima @ Empathinc. (2005)</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" > </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Charlotte, NC. USA</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" > </span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" >The Call:</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" > I’m working on a series called "Call and Response". It’s about dialogue. I would appreciate it if you would participate. Just send 2-4 pieces of evidence. It could be images of your work, work you like, things you find interesting.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" >The Response:</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >I'm sorry for being late、、、!!</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >my web site</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://junkokawashima.com/index2.html">http://junkokawashima.com/</a> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" > (Ed. - Be sure to scroll down the blog entries. The photographs are a veritable Ann Frank's Diary of contemporary Japanese life)</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >i like this sites</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" > (Ed. - click on highlighted links to see what Junko likes)</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://www.yvoschaap.com/chainrxn/">http://www.yvoschaap.com/chainrxn/</a></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> </span> (Caution: need nerves of steel or mild sedative!)</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://www.tomiokoyamagallery.com/en/">http://www.tomiokoyamagallery.com/</a></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" > (Turn off your phone and put on a pot of tea!)</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://www.tokyoartbeat.com/">http://www.tokyoartbeat.com/</a></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" > </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" href="http://www.tokyoartbeat.com/bubbles">(Click here for more bubble fun!)<br /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://www.watarium.co.jp/museumcontents.html">http://www.watarium.co.jp/</a></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" > (Remember, language barriers are not electric fences!)</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-style: italic;">Artist Junko Kawashima has been a long time favorite of empathinc. As we have sorted through the links she has sent in her response, we find ourselves amazed at the level of informational engagement she is able to sustain and filter. Art and life and art and food and art and games and art and painting and art and communication: laughing, drawing, photographing, documenting!</span></span><br /><br /></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">RECENT WORK BOLDLY RIPPED FROM THE WWW!:</span></span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihqjn1irehaamudnmsXEU7xLgZJJU8j7lgpesgbuVm0aMShRzGuBf6TXtnCis8E8mg3QprWaTdmHU5kWbOktY9YCLj7qDyrTjsgskB0PPAScDk6UgOBIj9uI0ULrp5ETtZOAM0SdE3dMo/s1600/82818207.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihqjn1irehaamudnmsXEU7xLgZJJU8j7lgpesgbuVm0aMShRzGuBf6TXtnCis8E8mg3QprWaTdmHU5kWbOktY9YCLj7qDyrTjsgskB0PPAScDk6UgOBIj9uI0ULrp5ETtZOAM0SdE3dMo/s400/82818207.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719094800372950834" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ1CgXQubEPB7jpdzsMkxVFZdmrQDAYIMAyjfusBMKeVprg0JRALyA-69Zk0egU4FxtIAQH1wZtOSFL7Nhylq1R5z4Wp-aXmJ3bOmPQp6LK9MSid029amSBnEOQUWhhBVotKheUhs31z4/s1600/f99d64ad.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ1CgXQubEPB7jpdzsMkxVFZdmrQDAYIMAyjfusBMKeVprg0JRALyA-69Zk0egU4FxtIAQH1wZtOSFL7Nhylq1R5z4Wp-aXmJ3bOmPQp6LK9MSid029amSBnEOQUWhhBVotKheUhs31z4/s400/f99d64ad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719094797681763794" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi64Vg20A8rQ9KRmDH4SoJHoYXCCe29flcE5XE4E6ISd357KUV6pHTbOGoC2dEUhWwfC5kr_HrGPj0PeC9-2E3-dBh3r0YP7j3PPSTlxugLd-HUaZZDG8fxlOl_jXSf9plwTVmNNbE72U/s1600/dda0421a.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi64Vg20A8rQ9KRmDH4SoJHoYXCCe29flcE5XE4E6ISd357KUV6pHTbOGoC2dEUhWwfC5kr_HrGPj0PeC9-2E3-dBh3r0YP7j3PPSTlxugLd-HUaZZDG8fxlOl_jXSf9plwTVmNNbE72U/s400/dda0421a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719094789251835010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJPGtnVYpa-1xkqQTg1XGagXPgZHwzu7LfwzoIWSwUSCRlQNbos8XsMTP04du2ouyxoyFAc0fHvbq9hV_3hhHnUR241nGxzzlnKf8hZlKmahNA7n80hijJk7mJi8T8_DLECU_kFgbwrtI/s1600/IMG_2588_1.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 197px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJPGtnVYpa-1xkqQTg1XGagXPgZHwzu7LfwzoIWSwUSCRlQNbos8XsMTP04du2ouyxoyFAc0fHvbq9hV_3hhHnUR241nGxzzlnKf8hZlKmahNA7n80hijJk7mJi8T8_DLECU_kFgbwrtI/s200/IMG_2588_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723941763800847410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">tomschulzartist</span></span></span> responds: </span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >This work needs to be looked at. Seemingly delicate, the surety of the hand that has made the mark speaks to a fierce confidence. As do the demarcations of form and space. The evident rapid process of constant, in the moment, editing compares to a skilled athlete in a clinch. And the characters, while mostly portrayed as waifs or overly extended ingenues are clearly in control of any pictorial context. If commerce engulfs them in a hyper abundance of information and goods, they prove capable of ingesting all the input with aplomb. And then hunger for more. They are in familiar territory. As warriors they are shielded by a river of hair, clad in the armor of fashion.</span> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" class="body"><span style="font-size:130%;">And in the midst of a primarily black and white world is the abrupt gem of unexpected color. This color is a firefly scooting across the drawn world – beckoning the viewer to give chase. Go find mason jars and punch holes in the lids. There is life in this work.</span></p> <p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" class="body"><span style="font-size:130%;">For these are not just drawings. They are visual Haiku. Lyrics to some clip from the film <em>Mothra</em>. Proof of existence.</span></p><p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" class="body"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://empathinc.com/Archives/slow_life/index.html"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Read entire essay here.</span></span></a><br /></span></p> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span class="body"><em></em></span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="body"><em>Then, moving into the current again, I sailed like a leaf carried along by an effort not really my own. Whenever I had a morning like this,<br />I was cheerful for the rest of the day.”<br /> </em><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tale-Murasaki-Novel-Liza-Dalby/dp/0385497954/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1332715562&sr=1-1"><em>The Tale of Murasaki,</em> Liza Dalby</a> 2001</span></span></span><span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;" ><br /> </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><br />While comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and Effect existence, here at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">empathinc</span></span></span>. we prefer to live in a Call and Response Universe. This series is an exploration of that space. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Thanks Junko, for Responding to the Call.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><br />You will never be considered late for a response. Tom</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" >Above: "Novena for Sendai # 1"</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">© (detail), watercolor on paper, Tom Schulz, 2012.</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">From the Novena Paintings Series.</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">EXTRA BONUS MATERIAL!</span><br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAVTa25MQJKQA8c01GgMbDjHFczJmuhvv7WJfcmG39vZLcYiwTbXN2RKug_EVbHzGG00rOtifaImSJxyYM1ry0HIs5hKjM_eNSactQk8WfXEMBgKbp6TOCQRwbSgEC92GqiUaxkaOBV4s/s1600/sc00da5e08.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAVTa25MQJKQA8c01GgMbDjHFczJmuhvv7WJfcmG39vZLcYiwTbXN2RKug_EVbHzGG00rOtifaImSJxyYM1ry0HIs5hKjM_eNSactQk8WfXEMBgKbp6TOCQRwbSgEC92GqiUaxkaOBV4s/s400/sc00da5e08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723930191587208178" border="0" /></a><br /><strong>“Taking Shape”<br /></strong><a href="http://tomschulzartist.tumblr.com/page/50"><strong>Click here: Information Inversion Project. Week 4.</strong><br /></a><br /><br /><br /></div>Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-54543282094309563792012-01-29T20:04:00.001-08:002012-02-15T16:26:12.788-08:00"Call and Response: John Robert Schulz"<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">"We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring </span></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">T. S. Eliot</span></span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" >The Call:</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" > I’m working on a series called "Call and Response". It’s about dialogue. I would appreciate it if you would participate. Just send 2-4 pieces of evidence. It could be images of your work, work you like, things you find interesting.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" >The Response:</span></span><br /></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">From: jrs219@gmail.com</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><br />Subject: </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Evidence</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><br />Date: December 25, 2011 3:25:15 PM EST</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><br />To: tomschulzartist@gmail.com</span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsCmn5pPUOogqzPfy8cD1mSr0zehxEFhioE7jbYlTNTUZTORsJAoSKkbZ5iR9JBdYaw9KSl1uIepEWX78w3LKQEhfir_ZLR5eTkniTYD__z6D4esT8y-Sxa9mfGv95wF3Vlo-qngsUNBA/s1600/cube-interlacing.GIF"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsCmn5pPUOogqzPfy8cD1mSr0zehxEFhioE7jbYlTNTUZTORsJAoSKkbZ5iR9JBdYaw9KSl1uIepEWX78w3LKQEhfir_ZLR5eTkniTYD__z6D4esT8y-Sxa9mfGv95wF3Vlo-qngsUNBA/s400/cube-interlacing.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704185966108246962" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://historymedren.about.com/od/bookofkell1/p/book_of_kells.htm"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-weight: bold;">Detail from The Book of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Kells</span></span></span></a></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">#1. Interlacing / Intertwining: The Book of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kells</span></span></span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Wildstyle</span></span></span> Graffiti<br /><br />Lately, I've thought quite a bit about the interlacing of elements found in early medieval illuminated manuscripts such as The Book of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kells</span></span></span> and how those images may have influenced graffiti artists in the creation of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Wildstyle</span></span></span> graffiti pieces. I've enjoyed experimenting with similar methods of intertwining on occasion and will continue this pursuit because I am absolutely fascinated by the history and the process.<br /></span></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOk6p8FR80RZnmnyAxJT9k2CWn3wY8FgfL46PMqU-n_gYsh2EpD2JI4eJIvFSJen5fnuYDCmeQkfjZm0-a3XNBPBbuYOv_WhslqQpMHuQRccdifs0vLVdKIi8hEREfE8RrwJi53h44mI/s1600/opct_02c1d12d27bdc99e69264cc2f9329eda.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 153px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOk6p8FR80RZnmnyAxJT9k2CWn3wY8FgfL46PMqU-n_gYsh2EpD2JI4eJIvFSJen5fnuYDCmeQkfjZm0-a3XNBPBbuYOv_WhslqQpMHuQRccdifs0vLVdKIi8hEREfE8RrwJi53h44mI/s400/opct_02c1d12d27bdc99e69264cc2f9329eda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704185962989530866" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.tumblr.com/tagged/yurika-yurica-bogota-colombia"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">An example of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Wildstyle</span></span></span> graffiti by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Yurika</span></span></span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Bogotá</span></span></span>, Colombia</span></span></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU34gX0Dt4BU6FnXinPplqMdmkrsWKdBTbwjR_VVfdlIRgh5LbV_bGaqRUN1IR0Jwnp1PjeV6gxuPP4MOaafs2_yhDX167ogQH5xlBwxbTSTroq-LlnXOSt_D5oI1uks9PauQdqgsAA40/s1600/germination.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU34gX0Dt4BU6FnXinPplqMdmkrsWKdBTbwjR_VVfdlIRgh5LbV_bGaqRUN1IR0Jwnp1PjeV6gxuPP4MOaafs2_yhDX167ogQH5xlBwxbTSTroq-LlnXOSt_D5oI1uks9PauQdqgsAA40/s400/germination.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704185977249246514" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://www.jrschulz.com/">A painting of mine from 2007</a><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">This link will take you J.R.'s website. Sparkly good fun!</span><br /></div></div><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">#2. Subtractive Synthesis, Video Feedback Loops, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Videodrome</span></span></span> and Marshall McLuhan</span>. <span style="font-weight: bold;">I have enjoyed learning subtractive synthesis over the past few years and it has been extremely rewarding to me. I love the immediacy of hitting a key and hearing a sound as well as the idea of sculpting sound from a basic tone, much like a sculptor starts with a block of wood or marble. I have also enjoyed experimenting with video feedback loops (with a cheap movie camera pointed towards an old analog set) and seeing waves of color and shapes cascade forward as I adjust settings on a video enhancer. This particular interest was rekindled recently after re-watching the David <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Cronenberg</span></span></span> film <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Videodrome</span></span></span>. I think there are some very interesting ideas (though not for the squeamish) there concerning technology and how it can change us both psychologically and physically. I also find it interesting that the director modeled the character Brian <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">O'Blivion</span></span></span> after Marshall <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">McCluhan</span></span></span> who championed the idea that human inventions were extensions of the human body, like the gun being an extension of the human hand, the wheel (or car) being an extension of the foot, and so on. I feel that as our devices become increasingly focused on the self, a closed loop is formed much like a video feedback loop. An extension of the self presenting the self to the self, folding in on itself...</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/34195254?title=0&byline=0&portrait=0&autoplay=1" webkitallowfullscreen="" mozallowfullscreen="" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="224" width="398"></iframe><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://vimeo.com/34195254">Here is a video feedback loop which I have framed within a painting of a fossilized Curtis <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Mathes</span></span></span> television set. I composed the music on an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Alesis</span></span></span> Ion synthesizer</a><span style="font-weight: bold;">:</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hqRTDnNplKA" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" width="853"></iframe><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">And here is a clip from the film </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Videodrome</span></span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"> (1983), </span><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000343/filmogenre">David <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Cronenberg</span></span></span></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">.</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizdWqi-RblQqjxhdQulu-XJEtSUtBNehWD0y3W67b02ZijAfa59Y73fvJAol9Xog7ghOmJZgMQ8_2UxEeDxIrxV8Ss-9cewTg6W4ESvYIszTv9kFagxencoYUgMWKJ-IeuAsyUDf6LLGM/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizdWqi-RblQqjxhdQulu-XJEtSUtBNehWD0y3W67b02ZijAfa59Y73fvJAol9Xog7ghOmJZgMQ8_2UxEeDxIrxV8Ss-9cewTg6W4ESvYIszTv9kFagxencoYUgMWKJ-IeuAsyUDf6LLGM/s200/DSC_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705440097018315202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">tomschulzartist</span></span></span> responds:</span></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> somehow or another I've become a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">kefir</span></span></span> guy. Which is no real surprise, seeing as I started out in my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">hippied</span></span></span> youth as a yogurt guy (having stolen a copy of Abbie <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Hoffmans</span></span></span>, <a href="http://www.tenant.net/Community/steal/steal.html#2.01.6">"Steal This Book"</a>).<br /><br />I've got these starter grains that look like cauliflower and when I add milk and let it sit around, it ferments and creates a symbiotic matrix of sugar and lipids and stuff. The resulting cultured beverage is chock-a-block full of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">pro biotic</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">organisms</span> creating a network of interacting community (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">antioxidants</span> began to have such negative <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">connotations</span> for me)</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">And that is what I find so fascinating in the evidence provided to this humble blogger: these pieces are of a whole. They (together) create a symbiotic matrix of </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >information</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">McCluhan</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> said that,</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" class="body" > "Art at its most significant is a Distant Early Warning System that can always be relied on to tell the old <span style="font-style: italic;">culture</span> what is beginning to happen to it."<br /><br />What J. R. Schulz posits in this response is that we as a people are being <span style="font-style: italic;">acculturated</span> by the very specific nature of our inventions. So as ancient nomadic <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">shepherds</span> of the </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Caucasus Mountains discovered that milk carried in goat skin containers fermented into an </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">effervescent</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> drink, then Schulz connects the dots and locates a soured starter seed of intertwining threads of interest and disinterest. And this seed feeds upon itself and grows. Our efficient and <span style="font-style: italic;">considered </span> utilization of this potential sustenance becomes the mainstay of art. </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">And culture.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Strain and refrigerate.</span></span><br /><div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">When the Ten Thousand things are viewed in their oneness, </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">we return to the Origin and remain where we have always been. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Sen <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">T'sen</span></span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><br />While comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and Effect existence, here at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">empathinc</span></span></span>. we prefer to live in a Call and Response Universe. This series is an exploration of that space. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Thanks J. R., for Responding to the Call.</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"> Tom</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >Above: "Gordian Knot"</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">©, mixed water media on paper, Tom Schulz, 2008.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">From the <a href="http://empathinc.com/projects/index.html">"<span style="font-style: italic;">Interfaith Prayer Painting</span>" Series</a></span></span><br /><br /><br /></div>Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-29991347138508837192012-01-10T10:40:00.000-08:002012-01-12T12:28:07.365-08:00"Call and Response: John Bambach"<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />“Maybe we try too hard to be remembered, waking to the glowing yellow disc in ignorance, swearing that today will be the day, today we will make something of our lives. What if we are so busy searching for worth that we miss the sapphire sky and cackling blackbird. What else is missing?<br />Maybe our steps are too straight and our paths<br />too narrow and not overlapping.<br />Maybe when they overlap someone in another country<br />lights a candle, a couple resolves their argument,<br />a young man puts down his silver gun and walks away.”<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Naomi Shihab Nye<br /></span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Time-You-Let-Me-Poets/dp/0061896373"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Time You Let Me In: 25 Poets Under 25</span></span><br /><br /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2gWrSHUaxvOtaaL8mfVVnbrXI5g1qNZE_6s-UqjA0H39iw6BSoJwe5OcxQcb1aKl8htfJEm6LOGRgWTYBKuEcUtoTz90ktwuNrej15MGiPpafzBzLMDu837mpX7p-OpdURRwDWYXBHTs/s1600/labyrinth_mpbc_2_lg.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 104px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2gWrSHUaxvOtaaL8mfVVnbrXI5g1qNZE_6s-UqjA0H39iw6BSoJwe5OcxQcb1aKl8htfJEm6LOGRgWTYBKuEcUtoTz90ktwuNrej15MGiPpafzBzLMDu837mpX7p-OpdURRwDWYXBHTs/s400/labyrinth_mpbc_2_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696151571527919794" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Call:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hi John,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hope all is well.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I’m working on a series called Call and Response. It’s about dialogue. I would appreciate it if you would participate. Just send 2-4 pieces of evidence. It could be images of your work, work you like, things you find interesting.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Response:</span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tom,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">These are attached in better resolution. Notations follow. Tell Sheila hello for me. – John</span><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirldOvo28oTrh_I-9l4qWHagoDz3cdnqMZOjImAs0KVYi0diRNTXO61HAe4anC4-SMJU8emN5mP6Y-g2BL58avaNlD0pbwXT-OvH_-LjZfv6iIZAwJABnxJvB8cS73hlo_0pkFnJ1K1TE/s1600/Carolyn+%2526+Jesse%2527s+Wedding+-+Film+5in+x+7in+x+300dpi.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirldOvo28oTrh_I-9l4qWHagoDz3cdnqMZOjImAs0KVYi0diRNTXO61HAe4anC4-SMJU8emN5mP6Y-g2BL58avaNlD0pbwXT-OvH_-LjZfv6iIZAwJABnxJvB8cS73hlo_0pkFnJ1K1TE/s400/Carolyn+%2526+Jesse%2527s+Wedding+-+Film+5in+x+7in+x+300dpi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696077501615373890" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >©John Bambach</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >Close family friend, Carolyn, with Jesse just prior to her orthodox Jewish wedding in 2003.<br />It was a photo shot with my last roll of film, just prior to my current digital lifestyle.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlWWQeCgTHXzau6jrrS1q8yMeFLafrF0QNJjvX0IiuSfENtSJqpjdwjYv-FOgnGKcDzXxws0xnvBcwXtZtkx6O1DcIhuGC2uAx7_csv959tLKo_wGi0KBf6Bjccz3IyCxTU0OtQyMkdoA/s1600/FaceBook+Profile.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlWWQeCgTHXzau6jrrS1q8yMeFLafrF0QNJjvX0IiuSfENtSJqpjdwjYv-FOgnGKcDzXxws0xnvBcwXtZtkx6O1DcIhuGC2uAx7_csv959tLKo_wGi0KBf6Bjccz3IyCxTU0OtQyMkdoA/s400/FaceBook+Profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696077510164861778" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">©John Bambach</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Self-portrait.</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR8vNWApkHPN0eAyvNZm2qlP1eCmC4YAHq75uESlmHpxEYTWvBaylDcGX-szHVAIOFTw50wXzzPRx2D58Fvf376RpLvFOUgckCFOoXAqLcnNt7VTzII1f4bxX-xmUwl9IkytK3jwbeS6Q/s1600/image004.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR8vNWApkHPN0eAyvNZm2qlP1eCmC4YAHq75uESlmHpxEYTWvBaylDcGX-szHVAIOFTw50wXzzPRx2D58Fvf376RpLvFOUgckCFOoXAqLcnNt7VTzII1f4bxX-xmUwl9IkytK3jwbeS6Q/s400/image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696077515710526850" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">John Bambach has taught and worked with photography since 1969 and was a founding member of the </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.lightfactory.org/home">Light Factory</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> in 1972. His career in education and multimedia technology spans 40 years, in both higher education and public television. His current work is most often done for </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="https://www.facebook.com/MyersParkBaptistChurch#%21/MyersParkBaptistChurch?sk=wall">Myers Park Baptist Church</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> and the </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.mpbconline.org/mpbc/cornwell%20center/home.htm">Cornwell Center</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> where he works in visual media, technology and educational programming.</span></span><br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJkcqfbXIz7arFX3TVR563IcSgbQizPqCvSZWbDbZWD0mwoOx-eIp251-FN5vMU7y9QD6aWVOrM50QZ3FonHTp1cUAzEXf6oyXNRPKrRUsx4l-fKQlPzb_GW5Q7dMzPeSYoLKIHnaopPo/s1600/sc008fa9ff.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJkcqfbXIz7arFX3TVR563IcSgbQizPqCvSZWbDbZWD0mwoOx-eIp251-FN5vMU7y9QD6aWVOrM50QZ3FonHTp1cUAzEXf6oyXNRPKrRUsx4l-fKQlPzb_GW5Q7dMzPeSYoLKIHnaopPo/s200/sc008fa9ff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696081744513538770" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">tomschulzartist responds: </span><span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">it took me a while. It took me a while to discern what this particular packet of information might mean. Might mean to John. Might mean to me. On one hand it seemed so scant - delivered quickly - almost on demand. On the other hand, the expediency and austerity had a certain urgency about it. Like it was there all the time waiting to spring across the ether, aching to be seen. But then, who's to say what is insight and what is unfettered imagination? That distinction is a hedgerow of leafless trees.<br /><br />An awareness slowly made it's way into my conscious thinking like a methane bubble drifting to the surface of a silt pond: I had been delivered an autobiography. Succinct but layered. Discreet, but complete. A span of adulthood covering forty years of work and involvement. Chapters of personality shared in content and detail. Methods and materials and circumstances as adequate in precise description as dialogue and family albums. Lovely, concise. Funny and elegant.<br /><br />I wonder to myself if I could carve my story to the bone like that? Perhaps you may wonder the same. I'm prone to layering. If one image will do, why not overlay a galaxy of images? But why not dial it back? Naturally, I can think of a million reasons. And irony is so 1990.<br /><br />So maybe. Just maybe. Maybe, in 2012, elegant will be my new black.<br /><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >“I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process – an integral function of the universe.” </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >R. Buckminster Fuller</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><br /><br /></span><span style="color:blue;"><o:p></o:p></span> <!--EndFragment--><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">While comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and Effect existence, here at empathinc. we prefer to live in a Call and Response Universe. This series is an exploration of that space. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Thanks John, for Responding to the Call.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Sheila says hello</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">. Tom</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >Above: "Aneurysm"</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">, watercolor, gesso, enamel on paper, Tom Schulz, 2004.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">From the "<span style="font-style: italic;">My Nature</span>" Series</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-60671898585588498302011-12-22T13:08:00.001-08:002011-12-24T06:21:40.724-08:00"Call and Response: Billy Schulz / Stille Nacht"<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Grace means more than gifts.<br />In grace something is transcended, once and for all overcome.<br />Grace happens in spite of something; it happens<br />in spite of separateness and alienation."</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTOLcx8gV1E"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Yrjo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kallinen</span> </span></a><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="word_to_trans"></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1XNBQqa6IXi3Gt12H-qYl-W9DvMn0EHxviFM0W42PmxffjMx92st_FpPGbi1P6jk_yKqi6t074j_1rvhxoMSdVFGPybIDdm15B4nipPZOqXvXWOPrm2FIVoxBT01lbUQXfV9Rd5yT7fQ/s1600/sc00cf7ff0.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1XNBQqa6IXi3Gt12H-qYl-W9DvMn0EHxviFM0W42PmxffjMx92st_FpPGbi1P6jk_yKqi6t074j_1rvhxoMSdVFGPybIDdm15B4nipPZOqXvXWOPrm2FIVoxBT01lbUQXfV9Rd5yT7fQ/s400/sc00cf7ff0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689434368190076962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Billy and I have always cracked each other up.<br />That's just good <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">livin</span>'.<br /></span> </span><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Some years ago, I lived right behind my brother, Billy. I had torn down a raggedy log barn and constructed a tidy little passive solar house on the resulting plateau. Billy lived within spitting distance (seriously, I tried) in his own single-wide trailer. Espaliered <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Pyracantha</span> spilled luxuriously along the facade of tawny metal siding. We thought of it as <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Hyannisport</span> South.<br />Come Christmas, Billy and I would trek over the Balsams to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Asheville</span> for our annual Holiday shopping spree. No list required: for Bill always knew exactly what he wanted to give. The Mall our destination of choice for the purchasing, whilst </span><span class="word_to_trans" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">el</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span class="word_to_trans" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">almuerzo</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span class="word_to_trans" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">de</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span class="word_to_trans" style="font-size:130%;">la</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span class="word_to_trans" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">comida</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span class="word_to_trans" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Mexicana</span> remained our customary repast.<br />Good times.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pNMvZQSRKUjTQOkw1mzrLzjYvP9_GHgKKC30F9ok93WKMlbh8-2G8w2zEaxjL5Ye_7iMlzhauQltiMERY0hKEfeqfNRUS-qmT_8TNoZfNzOq85F6pDowFG2neXZ3hchcG9BZvR2kqrw/s1600/sc00d197fc.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-pNMvZQSRKUjTQOkw1mzrLzjYvP9_GHgKKC30F9ok93WKMlbh8-2G8w2zEaxjL5Ye_7iMlzhauQltiMERY0hKEfeqfNRUS-qmT_8TNoZfNzOq85F6pDowFG2neXZ3hchcG9BZvR2kqrw/s400/sc00d197fc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689443909362587762" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Everything about this photograph is priceless,<br />including both the gazes <span style="font-style: italic;">and</span> the furnishings.</span></span><br /></div></div></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >One year, we were pushing the deadline - shopping on Christmas Eve. The mall was <span style="font-style: italic;">extremely</span> crowded with last-minute shoppers hustling here and bustling there. Billy had it in his head that he needed a <span style="font-style: italic;">very</span> specific book for his beloved niece, <a href="http://empathinc.blogspot.com/2011/11/call-and-response-artist-carrie-schulz.html">Carrie</a>. It took some hunting. My every alternative suggestion fell on deaf ears. <span style="font-style: italic;">Finally</span>, we located the book. He was so pleased and excited, crowing, "Carrie are love this!"<br />And we turned.<br />And we saw the line. It stretched away beyond cooking, circled around self-help, and yawned beyond mystery and into science fiction. I checked my watch, picked up my heart from the floor and we lumbered into the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">queue</span>.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-1Gaib2ybJYItbTI3qDbTGK-9-A6m2ccDxdDKHuICadx1vwCRRDl5O0wNkBOqSwzfA5OS1o17A9yh7cYv_R-yiDXY8QyZmXGyMDNxQu5EEwMRv53oFjj6aYcSR3SpHnuu8E895AIl-vQ/s1600/Billy-check.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 182px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-1Gaib2ybJYItbTI3qDbTGK-9-A6m2ccDxdDKHuICadx1vwCRRDl5O0wNkBOqSwzfA5OS1o17A9yh7cYv_R-yiDXY8QyZmXGyMDNxQu5EEwMRv53oFjj6aYcSR3SpHnuu8E895AIl-vQ/s400/Billy-check.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689097841252638338" border="0" /></a><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >"Check"</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> William R. Schulz<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >After an interminable exchange of shuffle and stop, we made it to the checkout register. </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Tensions were rising. I'm not overly perceptive in certain social situations, but I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">sure</span> I detected some jostling.</span><br />Now, Billy likes to write a check in payment for his purchases. It is a ritual. A way of belonging, and of being an adult (maybe you can relate to this). The clerk rang up the book and announced, "That will be fourteen dollars and eighty three cents." Billy looked assured and pulled out his check book. He stretched out his arms, cleared his throat, and </span><span style="font-size:130%;">with a flourish, </span><span style="font-size:130%;">put pen to paper.<br />He paused and looked at me with questioning eyes. See, Billy doesn't spell so good.<br />The crowd in line behind us sensed a potential delay and I started feeling like chum tossed off the side of a shark boat.</span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zX-bz2JAD7Y" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" width="640"></iframe><span style="font-size:100%;"><span id="eow-title" class="" dir="ltr" title=""Each Day a New Day"-desktop.m4v"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Each Day a New Day"©</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> video by </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">tomschulzartist</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >Billy cut to the chase and asked me to, "Help me with this". Sweating, I asked if I couldn't just write the check. "No", he said. "I do it myself." OK cool Billy, but the dingoes what ate my baby is nipping at my heels, if you catch my drift. So I jumped in, "Four. Teen...." "May minute, Tom", said Billy. "Thas too fast."<br />I stopped. The buzzing in my head was silenced. The pressure of the consuming crowd diminished. The demands of the schedule. The absolute critical adherence to a prescribed self image that (in the very moment) felt contrived. All of that melted away. Wonderful ghee. I took a breath. I spanned a breadth. I spelled.<br />F. (got it).<br />O. (got it).<br />U. (got it).<br />R. (got it). And as I spelled oh so deliberately and consciously, an amazing thing happened. The tension relaxed. Billy felt more comfortable. Folks began to whisper and point. A miracle was being recognized.<br />Smiles were shared.<br />And the book was paid for in full.<br />We wended our way home, my brother and I. Content and happy and looking forward to how our gifts might be received.<br />And so I ask you:<br />What line are you in, Pilgrim?<br />How receptive are you to the miracles in check?<br />Wait with me. Slow down with me.<br />If only for a spell.</span><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 159);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;" ><small><br /><br /></small></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 159);font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;" ><small><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Have courage for the great sorrows of life and patience for the small ones; and when you have laboriously accomplished your daily task, go to sleep in peace. God is awake."</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Victor Hugo</span></span></small></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >Night, night Billy. Sleep tight. I'll see you in the morning light. We'll look beneath the vinyl tree and see what Santa has brought to thee (as m<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">iraculously</span>, you near your fifty sixth year). <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">G'night</span> Victor Hugo. We have a hunch you'll be blazing across the cosmos, ringing a quantum bell. Our best to Sylvia Plath. Night night, Carrie. Wear tulle and leotards (more often)! Night night, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Willoree</span>. You are a Canadian Plains Princess and (I) a Trapper and Trader. That seems fair. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">G'night</span> Phoebe: darkness defines the light. Dream on, Isaac - Merry Christmas across each type of zone. See you in the morning, dear Sheila. Chase your rabbits and know that your vision is <span style="font-style: italic;">most </span>useful in the New Land. Thanks Ma, that's <span style="font-style: italic;">the</span> best gift ever. Olive, if you can't paws - bark. Hey, Walker - if not now, when? Sweet dreams, Blaine - after twenty some hours of listening, I get it. Thanks for showing your best face, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Emmanual</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Levinas</span>. And by the way Mary, sprightly <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> a word. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br />No one's <span style="font-style: italic;">positive</span> work is in vain. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >Such is the marvelous nature of the Universe.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br />With love. In love. Through love and around love. Night night to you all.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" style="font-size:100%;">Tomschulz</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >EXTRA :</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"> COMPELLING BONUS MATERIAL</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Ach</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Ja</span></span> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />Dear Grandmother<br />Whom I did not know,<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">ach</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">ja</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">I think of you at Christmas<br />When I use your recipes.<br />When I bake your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">stollen</span><br />I feel the sticky rightness of it.<br />When I beat egg whites for kisses<br />I wait for a clear day, knowing.<br />When I roll your butter cookies<br />I see the cutting board’s grain beneath them</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;">so thin</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Even my father, whose memory<br />of yours was perfection,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;">might approve.</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">All I know of your demise is that each night,<br />After you cooked and wearied yourself in service,<br />Your hands rested on your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">aproned</span> lap,<br />You sighed<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">ach</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">ja</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">And you would fall asleep in your chair.<br />Your belly grew like a baby was in there.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">aber</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">nein</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">It was a tumor. My great uncle opened you up,<br />You were full of pearls, and he closed you again, crying.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">ach</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">ja</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;">Now I’<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32">ve</span> been opened and closed.<br />My hands are your hands.<br />Merry Christmas, Grandmother.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33">stille</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">nacht</span>.</span><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">—Mary S. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">de</span> Wit</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><br />© 2011<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">While comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and Effect existence, here at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">Empathinc</span>. we prefer to live in a Call and Response Universe. This series is an exploration of that space. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Happy Hanukwanzmas from all of us at empathinc.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></div>Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-55229985455055171242011-12-04T14:53:00.001-08:002011-12-05T15:57:30.139-08:00"Call and Response: Anonymous"<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />“There are worlds beyond worlds and times beyond times,<br />all of them true, all of them real, and all of them (as children know) penetrating each other.”</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pamela Lyndon Travers</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE CALL: </span>I have a 'Call and Response" blog series going on.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Would you be willing to participate?</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">If you could somehow flesh out that how art inspired/inspires you -</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">writing, examples, giving out for Thanksgiving, parenting - whatever.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">That would be great.</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />THE RESPONSE</span> from Anonymous:</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">The summer of 2008, I had just quit my job at Lehman Brothers. I sat behind my computer screen with my jaw dropped as I watched Isaac do a live painting on YouTube. I had not seen this kid (now a man) in nearly 20 years but had always wondered where he had gone when we started high school. I watched another video and another one. It made me so happy to see him in his element, painting away, all the way in Japan. It was like seeing a big, gorgeous bird flying over the ocean. Like it didn’t have a care in the world and was just doing what God made him to do. I didn’t know where life had taken him after age 14, but I knew where he came from and was very proud of his accomplishments.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MdBs3lONX8o" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" width="640"></iframe><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span id="eow-title" class="" dir="ltr" title="I LOVE ROCK N ROLL">"I LOVE ROCK N ROLL"<br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >Uploaded by <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/disisisaac" class="yt-user-name author" rel="author" dir="ltr">disisisaac</a> on <span id="eow-date" class="watch-video-date">Jun 6, 2008</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">There were a lot of reasons why I chose a legal education after dropping out of an arts conservatory. I had wanted to be a dramaturge and went to the North Carolina School of the Arts in high school and then to Purchase College for a year – both are highly respected institutions. My father’s extreme fear of poverty was somehow in my DNA. Then, there was the very real fear of poverty as well. We couldn’t (or wouldn’t) afford art school. I got caught stealing from the school cafeteria one day when I was really hungry and had no money.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><br /><br />At my house, art was something that small kids did. I stopped drawing when I was perhaps 10 years old. My sister’s dance major in college was “a lot of prancing around that would never pay the bills “ She switched to a science major and joined ROTC instead. There was a lot of screaming and crying about this issue, a lot of threats to pull funding from this dream or that dream – very real threats to kick kids out if they did not pursue a “real education” such as “business or engineering” that would put food on the table. Getting kicked out of the house was the physical consequence for following creative goals. But the shaming that a creative type would endure at our house is something I am still coming to terms with.<br /><br /></span> <div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><iframe style="font-weight: bold;" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Kf6PjQcGq_k" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" width="640"></iframe><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span id="eow-title" class="" dir="ltr" title="ISAAC AND JUNKO">"ISAAC AND JUNKO"</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br />Uploaded by <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/disisisaac" class="yt-user-name author" rel="author" dir="ltr">disisisaac</a> on <span id="eow-date" class="watch-video-date">Jul 5, 2008</span></span><br /><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Justifying my father’s position, he had been raised in a two-room house by an alcoholic abusive father with a third grade education. His dad was a hog auctioneer. He went to work in stockyards with his father when he was five. He went hungry a lot. Education and the ability to make money were important to him in ways that I will never understand. I’m grateful to my father for providing a life when I was a child where we did not do without things and were even sheltered from knowing the monetary cost of our standard of living. I think it’s important to be thankful for what’s good about your parents as you acknowledge the things about them that anger you. I think he really was trying to protect us by helping us to assassinate our little creative selves as we matured into adults.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q0WBcuErKyY" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640"></iframe></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >"dream"</span><br /></div></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Uploaded by </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/disisisaac" class="yt-user-name author" rel="author" dir="ltr">disisisaac</a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> on </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" id="eow-date" class="watch-video-date">Mar 11, 2009<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" >I went to law school because my father didn’t think I could finish anything “worthwhile.” I made a high salary for a few years. I know a hell of a lot about taxation of high net worth individuals and got to meet some of America’s most successful and talented entrepreneurs. But sitting on the edge of a trading floor, I used to imagine my boss as a gazelle being chased by tigers. (By the way, he totally deserved it.) To get through the day, I had elaborate fantasies about many of my co-workers as jungle animals. I was miserable and figured that no one else on the floor had strange daydreams like this to make it through the day. My creative self was pretty much DOA and this was its last ditch cry for help!</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/fi9P5HuvtUM" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" width="640"></iframe><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">"STRIPE PROJECT" </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >Uploaded by <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/disisisaac" class="yt-user-name author" rel="author" dir="ltr">disisisaac</a> on <span id="eow-date" class="watch-video-date">Feb 2, 2008</span> </span></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">So I quit. And when I got a little time on my hands, I saw Isaac painting, as naturally as breathing, on YouTube. And I had time to connect with all my friends from my previous life in arts school. And many of them were making a living and working as artists.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">How was it that all of these successful creative people felt they had the right to live their dreams? The right to paint all day, to design clothing, to write plays, and just to walk out of the house and say, “I am an artist.” It all seemed so brave to me. Didn’t their dads tell them to major in accounting, too? They must all be trust fund babies.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Well, as it turns out, none of them were trust fund babies. What all of these friends had in common were parents who told them – or even better, showed them – that their creative dreams are God’s gift. I don’t know the dialogues that went on in these households, but I try to write them in my head so that I have a script for parenting my own child to realize his dreams, whatever they may be. Whatever the manifestation of them – you are the designer. You need to listen to that little voice and then go, go, go.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4cFUbybi6zg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="480" width="640"></iframe><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span id="eow-title" class="" dir="ltr" title="Albatross, Tasmania">"Albatross, Tasmania"</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br />Uploaded by <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/jeffdjtube" class="yt-user-name author" rel="author" dir="ltr">jeffdjtube</a> on <span id="eow-date" class="watch-video-date">Mar 1, 2007</span></span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Isaac’s dad, it turns out, is an artist. I am guessing the script at their house involved Dad painting stuff, maybe drawing and sculpting as well. Who knows – I wasn’t there. And I know that no parent-child relationship is perfect, but I envy the love and respect for life paths that I believe exists between the two of them. You can teach your kids to survive, or you can teach them how to live.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy3Kj-BdpF4VxDHSV9KNZQbkeEVwjrfyBwiLJptJaXx7s7os79IilfrTjigEG6IhDsgWI1X5yfeSHuO0440HOffc7leP_61Qh_k4tG_i83USeMv3rKBUxhM-vyLLew6qCFzFb9W0VwzTE/s1600/content%253A__media_external_images_media_38.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy3Kj-BdpF4VxDHSV9KNZQbkeEVwjrfyBwiLJptJaXx7s7os79IilfrTjigEG6IhDsgWI1X5yfeSHuO0440HOffc7leP_61Qh_k4tG_i83USeMv3rKBUxhM-vyLLew6qCFzFb9W0VwzTE/s400/content%253A__media_external_images_media_38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682451229499763554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Willoree Ford. Third generation of artists working in the Spidey-Hole Studio</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >In the background: part of the "Novena for Sendai" series (in process).<br /><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Oh, and you can also re-parent yourself as an adult. The bravest thing I did this year was to walk into a beginner’s art class and not run out the back door. And less scary, I allowed myself the luxury of beginning an art collection. I am sure that my parents would disapprove, which is a great indicator that it’s a fantastic idea. So self-indulgent, I just love it.</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghb_3kFgMUwRM8sf3yqjrLrUHcsJG-ehGQKvlkF701qhezCqiavinE9YflEg3OIXM8yTQIMVCuKT_MwRi8Tnfby6Gzz7A1pTEEu_f_DPYixCxBRr7UEQ0_3ewDYC4GT6i5iknfx3Z5TyE/s1600/dynamics_tipainting.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghb_3kFgMUwRM8sf3yqjrLrUHcsJG-ehGQKvlkF701qhezCqiavinE9YflEg3OIXM8yTQIMVCuKT_MwRi8Tnfby6Gzz7A1pTEEu_f_DPYixCxBRr7UEQ0_3ewDYC4GT6i5iknfx3Z5TyE/s200/dynamics_tipainting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682451517865229250" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">TOMSCHULZARTIST RESPONDS: </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Well gosh, Anonymous. You <span style="font-size:100%;">bring so</span> much stuff to the conversation! Cultural stuff. Generational stuff. Happiness, pride, drama, fear, art, threats, shame, gratitude, misery, connections, invention and love.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">So, let me share a story with <span style="font-style: italic;">you</span>. You shared with me. It only seems right. </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">That's at the core of what Empathinc. is about </span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">- fair exchange. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">One day. Years ago ( I was the same age then as Isaac is now). I told Isaac, "Help me build a wood shed, you need to learn those skills."</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">He replied, "Teach me to paint. <span style="font-style: italic;">That's</span> what I need to know."</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Well, I don't mind telling you that I was in a tough place at the time, Anonymous. I didn't understand <span style="font-style: italic;">then</span> that there is a <span style="font-style: italic;">perfection</span> in the process of growing. I thought I was stuck. So I looked at this kid, and I thought, "What did he know? Was he just being lazy? My ability to design and build was paying the bills, for god's sake!"</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">But I knew he was right. I <span style="font-style: italic;">did</span> need to teach him to paint. To <span style="font-style: italic;">let myself paint</span>, and to know the complexities of what it meant to paint: to know that painting included concrete formalizing, abstract actualizing and and and - whole space.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Fathers.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Pass the beer nuts.</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><br />While comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and Effect existence, here at empathinc. we prefer to live in a Call and Response Universe. This series is an exploration of that space. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Thank you Anonymous, for Responding to the Call.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">"You can teach your kids to survive, or you can teach them how to live."<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And</span> you can show them the countless paths to freedom. Their freedom.<br />Good luck with that. Tom.</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-29345180923800578502011-11-28T13:50:00.001-08:002011-11-28T21:09:14.118-08:00"Call and Response: Stevin Wilson"<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br />In another moment down went Alice after it,<br />never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Lewis Carroll,</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><strong><em> Alice's Adventures in Wonderland </em></strong></span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">THE CALL</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">:</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">send 2-4 pieces of evidence.<br /></span></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">It could be images of your work, work you like,<br />things you find interesting.</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >STEVIN WILSON'S <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">RESPONSE</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">:</span></span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">hey tom. not sure of "format" correctness, but wrote a little whimsical chunk about my choices:</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">__________________________________________________</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">this morning, while still separating my blurred psyche from last night's dreamland, i began sipping my coffee and contemplating this task. while a fairly basic request on the face, when you begin rummaging through your heart and fond memories, complexities may arise.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">i suppose, in part, that is why these 4 "things" sprung to mind. there's something close to magical about the ability to capture those things that go on in all of our heads, but rarely manifest in waking life, whether its a simple feeling, a connecting set of images or a more enveloping overall experience. whether its a longing fantasy or a recurring, disturbing nightmare. these things seem to somehow always insist on being just out of reach; seen but not touched. and so these are a few people i feel, throughout my life, have always been able to not only grab hold, but to then wrangle, arrange and regurgitate that which most feel ever eluded by. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">connect at: </span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/ShamGrammar/87454806804">https://www.facebook.com/pages/ShamGrammar/87454806804</a> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><br />high-brow lo-fi musician, chickenscratch wordsmith, and proud empathinc-er.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">_________________________________________________</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">lemme know that this all makes sense, links correctly, etc. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">and thanks again for the invitation to interact. </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">i always enjoy contributing, and self is the easiest and most challenging subject, one in the same.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Editor's note: highlighted, underlined phrases take you to other links, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">and interesting info!</span><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQu8JfBKbpvr6nvUVpW0NNDHnaHRdEFz07lHrPcTlWZxk6H1nC01XVEvxT5H9w2dQPYqjc4lvTGV96VUsRImE94Nm4QJ6mAAQtCJ9QIu-cSd7TjerPcF_3i-W62g5WyQIdLqQrlnukNQ/s1600/20100507145559_david_%2526_goliath.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqQu8JfBKbpvr6nvUVpW0NNDHnaHRdEFz07lHrPcTlWZxk6H1nC01XVEvxT5H9w2dQPYqjc4lvTGV96VUsRImE94Nm4QJ6mAAQtCJ9QIu-cSd7TjerPcF_3i-W62g5WyQIdLqQrlnukNQ/s400/20100507145559_david_%2526_goliath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680171163736758882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">"David & Goliath"© 2009 MEAR ONE</span></span><br /><a href="http://www.mearone.com/gallery/index.php?x=about">Mear One</a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipajbstKitRZC98E61xFxun3VUigNyibVj_-UjPDB2a7Es793d6Bd9KTO5rb6QMuHCF1LhEU1glX7982oLTeowo4EwVSSI8It4I7_5rTXBxs60QSNcGfxxF3PxFoXpgMGwDrFZYF8MjC0/s1600/waits_franks-wild-years_87.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipajbstKitRZC98E61xFxun3VUigNyibVj_-UjPDB2a7Es793d6Bd9KTO5rb6QMuHCF1LhEU1glX7982oLTeowo4EwVSSI8It4I7_5rTXBxs60QSNcGfxxF3PxFoXpgMGwDrFZYF8MjC0/s400/waits_franks-wild-years_87.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680171168815856130" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Franks_Wild_Years">Tom Waits (more specifically "Frank's Wild Years")</a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/vXhEDuL5DGg" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="420"></iframe><span style="font-size:85%;"><span id="eow-title" class="" dir="ltr" title="The Work of Director Michel Gondry - Trailer"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">"The Work of Director Michel Gondry - Trailer</span></span></span></span>"<br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KDbPYoaAiyc&feature=related">Michel Gondry</a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_0FeSRGWkMEFxy6G-WWfCIRdKi84VoSslhK-omgg7Zhg6jEoPIRn0ApqNne1ife56hTeo0Qq3byLlBBh3zpZJjqXj3Zhp13BwfthGapp8r0PbBiMaP1JI9rTqs89vNufMRUPyRUAsKJI/s1600/pool3-thumb.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_0FeSRGWkMEFxy6G-WWfCIRdKi84VoSslhK-omgg7Zhg6jEoPIRn0ApqNne1ife56hTeo0Qq3byLlBBh3zpZJjqXj3Zhp13BwfthGapp8r0PbBiMaP1JI9rTqs89vNufMRUPyRUAsKJI/s400/pool3-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680171176694670930" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">"The Cocktail Party"</span></span><br /><a href="http://maximdalton.blogspot.com/2010/08/cocktail-party-cut-out-set.html">Max Dalton</a><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkjdsjYknF39F5VnUfB_U6XAmucma2WkO-AGV1nTWFyX7QObMNi4oSUkQavqFUWvtM6x51jcYD3uEXhUSHYxV_o9YIEgjDLEg5yrPZtCXlFSygudz-i9G37uXKKQ_r0-JyU_GYAPkvr8/s1600/sc004cda54.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnkjdsjYknF39F5VnUfB_U6XAmucma2WkO-AGV1nTWFyX7QObMNi4oSUkQavqFUWvtM6x51jcYD3uEXhUSHYxV_o9YIEgjDLEg5yrPZtCXlFSygudz-i9G37uXKKQ_r0-JyU_GYAPkvr8/s200/sc004cda54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680179754078646082" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tomschulzartist responds: </span>So, yeah maybe it's about bein' cool. Like Pythagoras was cool, cause he like, worked out the angles, and Hildegard of Bingen was cool cause she worked out all the angels. Copernicus was cool. Galileo paid attention. And that's cool. Like as in what are the relationships of the planets? How do you exist in a system? Family. Friends. Networks.<br />Shoot.<br />So, you do the ramificating, and me? I'm interpolating.<br />Conjugating, verbalizing - moving words is tantalizing. Break a mirror and shards you're seein'. But live those shards, and friend you're bein', a broken life that's full of strife, and Davey, "Who's that freein'?" Sling your stone at the confluence of power and dude, then it ain't the hour - for that shit be <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">comin' </span>down. (musical interlude, fade to black)</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><br />While comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and Effect existence, here at empathinc. we prefer to live in a Call and Response Universe. This series is an exploration of that space. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Thank you Stevin, for Responding to the Call.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">The "format" correctness patrol will send a citation. Peace, Tom.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">SPECIAL BONUS ROUND! IF YOU KNOW TWENTY FIVE PEOPLE,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">YOU CAN MAKE MONEY WATCHING THIS VIDEO AT HOME!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5nmh8OgRoQk" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-59727566086100281392011-11-17T11:35:00.000-08:002011-11-20T09:06:31.710-08:00"Call and Response: Artist Carrie Schulz."<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br />Your own ideas are sane and rational,<br />but this is my unconscious<br />you’re trying to use, not my rational mind. . . .<br />You’re handling something outside of reason.<br />You’re trying to reach progressive, humanitarian goals with<br />a tool that isn’t suited for the job.</span><br />Ursula K. LeQuin, <span style="font-style: italic;">The Lathe of Heaven</span>, 1971<br /><em></em><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">THE CALL</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">:</span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">send 2-4 pieces of evidence.<br /></span></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">It could be images of your work, work you like,<br />things you find interesting.</span></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >CARRIE SCHULZ' <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">RESPONSE</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">:</span></span><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTSTT_j9g9QvLXDxkHYkorAtN4O4oN5OOxlWnAGmlkh_rUuNWvbNZ0FOX7sOaGl1sGIxe9hzGeXEBmMGm5thaxug0rfBKpoEceMe-lwzxoCIFh0-6GqLFtMrE7YexgAdxObwVxRHl34t0/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTSTT_j9g9QvLXDxkHYkorAtN4O4oN5OOxlWnAGmlkh_rUuNWvbNZ0FOX7sOaGl1sGIxe9hzGeXEBmMGm5thaxug0rfBKpoEceMe-lwzxoCIFh0-6GqLFtMrE7YexgAdxObwVxRHl34t0/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676487270280737010" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNAb5-Ly68w">"Happy Tuesday #1"</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">I wrote this, but where to cash?</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" >(Editor's note: we will gladly endorse this.)</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEZR0N4fLS0NhyphenhyphenDMbhwx14OL5zXU1dVpiiovi6bjhHLEkRklaEl14ocPuBkA3dU_DPDq7byQEMz0G0ox09HRzElfo6bGXqXIpX5WQq8epZ4MSVYAEoGQwORQxJTPkdSBrDKfWXepAtLk/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiEZR0N4fLS0NhyphenhyphenDMbhwx14OL5zXU1dVpiiovi6bjhHLEkRklaEl14ocPuBkA3dU_DPDq7byQEMz0G0ox09HRzElfo6bGXqXIpX5WQq8epZ4MSVYAEoGQwORQxJTPkdSBrDKfWXepAtLk/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676487270246428386" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u6tOF2VtJv0">"Happy Tuesday 2"</a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Happy ____day! Presto. Sometimes I see wonder in the daily.<br />Other times I just wonder.</span><br /><br /></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4FXcMvWwQmfuUdWoIx_xI6WOpapw4bJk_DwgRK4zaCyChqGtb19c3RDwPZE-aO4l2uEDQOLZUMNzTTMtPIbeLR2uUsJGqE0Ol8WaivzqAiRWubGIWv7N-fvGJCxZDbw770-rwplrwQjE/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4FXcMvWwQmfuUdWoIx_xI6WOpapw4bJk_DwgRK4zaCyChqGtb19c3RDwPZE-aO4l2uEDQOLZUMNzTTMtPIbeLR2uUsJGqE0Ol8WaivzqAiRWubGIWv7N-fvGJCxZDbw770-rwplrwQjE/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676487281143611730" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.consortiumnews.com/2001/040601a.html">"Happy part C"</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">Rushing is the new zen.<br />Really, I'd stay and chat but I'm off to learn how to relax.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHiTWbVGzgNFw2GImsSC3mXZsp9hCTSONpVumTPnwXUlqLWjFq9ZgVhl-INDBN6-I8QcFEAruvlWkVSG-EOijdbmPd_GHfNW6DPQgsyXCuTrpcX79TKUIQj2EQY-MROUvyzY9kgw83EJc/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHiTWbVGzgNFw2GImsSC3mXZsp9hCTSONpVumTPnwXUlqLWjFq9ZgVhl-INDBN6-I8QcFEAruvlWkVSG-EOijdbmPd_GHfNW6DPQgsyXCuTrpcX79TKUIQj2EQY-MROUvyzY9kgw83EJc/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676487281061057346" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.amsmeteors.org/2011/04/large-fireball-event-reported-4611/">"No Title"</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Pink is the new black. Or, what am I looking for?</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimhhO_mLSisYEpAqHCWoyI7haOREgwCvbCmTjgsTF1fm8KcAerUjeMfD69JcXWWZsvf8WZorQKPO9kJFn2jXIMZtIM_xxH-4WpdDVnk22tBbjBpDTPPiVDB_HC_ebP5ehyphenhyphenA3ZW4-4Gfcg/s1600/IMG_2921.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimhhO_mLSisYEpAqHCWoyI7haOREgwCvbCmTjgsTF1fm8KcAerUjeMfD69JcXWWZsvf8WZorQKPO9kJFn2jXIMZtIM_xxH-4WpdDVnk22tBbjBpDTPPiVDB_HC_ebP5ehyphenhyphenA3ZW4-4Gfcg/s200/IMG_2921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676488018763714002" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">"On Space and Being"</span>:<br />A brief interview with Carrie Schulz, by Tomschulzartist:</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" >TSA: Edditington first 'proved' the theory of relativity by viewing a total solar eclipse and taking pictures. It was the actual 'blocking' that provided the insight. Can you comment on the convoluted paths of discovery?</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">CRS: la la la precedent research la la la </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://members.cox.net/awalter2821/FR21/FR21_Week5/HaussmannsBoulevards.html">baron von haussmann</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> chops up medieval paris la la la cholera outbreaks la la la olfactory revolution la la la people start closing the door to the bathroom la la la</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" >TSA: Brilliant!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">CRS: Brilliance is elusive right now. Perhaps just around the corner or hiding under my desk?</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" >TSA: So brilliance is sometimes elusive? And yet, it is always just around the corner. Or better still, is being bent gravitationally so that you must look perhaps peripherally? How do you see this as applicable in the "big picture".</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">CRS: Pack the truck. Composition. Present a project. Composition. Write a paper / composition. </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Right. Exit strategy. Evaluate all pieces. Visualize it all fitting. Edit. Load shift load.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">TWA: Then, we don't see the writing on the wall cause we expect another language, so that is what we see? Then how do we translate that language and what would our coping strategies be?</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">CRS: There is this part of me that just wants to draw, but it is cool because the questions are about</span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://vimeo.com/15272452"> interstitial spaces</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> and times, so i think I can delve into how we undermine our current urbanity to find new ways of being dense.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">TSA: How do you know if the endeavor is worthwhile when you are bucking up against prevailing models? Is it change to polish up the apple and call it a pear?</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">CRS: Isn't that what we are attempting to do? Allow thoughts and feelings to come forward into fruition without even knowing what that means or how to do it?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Every seed in every apple has the potential to make a new type of apple (I learned that at the farm market) still related to the model, but new, an offshoot, a trajectory, a wave or ripple moving embarking, crossing paths. </span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">TWA: It is my observation that you live into change as much as any one I know. It isn't work ethic so much as desire. And the drive to actualize that desire into a reality. It's sculpture on the most realistic level</span>.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >CRS: I need to build a quiet zone around myself so I can get really loud!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">TWS:We tend to forget that the space between the points of loci are chock a block full of information and that we are not passing through it all, unscathed. Is that the way we troll for knowledge</span>?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">CRS: I feel so completely different and yet so much more some semblance of self I always was. Known and unknown all at once, and I think if I can handle it staying in flux, I can be informed and shifting all at once. If </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.greatbuildings.com/architects/Le_Corbusier.html">Corbusier</a><span style="font-weight: bold;"> is Modernism, and Venturi is Postmodernism (have you read </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Complexity-Contradiction-Architecture-Robert-Venturi/dp/0810960230"><span style="font-style: italic;">Complexity and Contradiction</span></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">?) - where is the text for our expanding moment? Hope all is well in the abstractly concrete world.</span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" >TWA: Thanks, Carrie.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Carrie Schulz, currently a designer </span><span style="font-weight: bold;" class="at">at </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" class="company-profile-public" href="http://www.ltlwork.net/"><span class="org summary">LTL Architects</span></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">, has been known to jump off boulders into the icy mountain waters, regardless of their depths.</span></span> <br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">While comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and Effect existence, here at empathinc. we prefer to live in a Call and Response Universe. This series is an exploration of that space. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Thank you Carrie, for Responding to the Call.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">By the way, did you know that <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.fantasyarts.net/images/carringporth.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.fantasyarts.net/carrington.html&h=252&w=219&sz=15&tbnid=gUHXNrrugIRtHM:&tbnh=84&tbnw=73&zoom=1&docid=18bso_HTB0fM8M&sa=X&ei=MjbITpFS4r3RAanU2Wg&ved=0CC4Q9QEwAQ&dur=209">Leonora Carrington</a> was born on April 6, 1917? Coincidence? Or Continuity?<br />Hope all is well in your concretely abstract world. Tom.</span><br /><br /><em style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >We may have to learn that the infinite whirl of death and birth, out of which we cannot escape, is of our own creation, of our own seeking. </span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"> </span></em><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" >Lafcadio Hearn, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" >"Out of the East", 1895<span class="addmd"> </span><br /><br /><br /></span></div>Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-45932776919018269732011-11-11T08:19:00.000-08:002011-11-11T14:56:08.807-08:00"Call and Response: Isaac Schulz."<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />To understand what I really am at this moment, I need sincerity and humility, and an unmasked exposure that I do not know. This would mean to refuse nothing, exclude nothing and enter the experience of discovering what I think, what I sense, what I wish,<br />all at this very moment.”</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <a href="http://www.realityofbeing.org/"><span style="font-size:85%;">Jeanne de Salzmann</span></a></span></span><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">THE CALL</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">:</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">send 2-4 pieces of evidence. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">It could be images of your work, work you like,<br />things you find interesting.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >ISAAC SCHULZ' <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">RESPONSE</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">:</span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >Isaac Schulz 5:08am Nov 6<br />trying to think of four things i like is hard for me<br /><br />Tom Schulz 6:21am Nov 6<br />try four things of interest. Try four things that you don't like. Try four random things. Evidence.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Date: November 8, 2011 7:04:51 PM EST</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">To: tomschulzartist@gmail.com</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Four things of interest have been sent.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/j_enzFZW1dw" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"></iframe><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">This video interested me yesterday.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQYKfNcwuPGK742ffI2YOMrDCKS-u_NkdQF1d4jkgB0aVfWumdRWIK5EDzhTS23ND6epEuNuyfzJlpnkQKplkTwTHbqD_xxghGXZ2qZHvO2hi1R7C394N2M7RArQ2sR1rW8MZO59NFJlM/s1600/12oz-bne-talks-about-the-bne-water-foundation-1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQYKfNcwuPGK742ffI2YOMrDCKS-u_NkdQF1d4jkgB0aVfWumdRWIK5EDzhTS23ND6epEuNuyfzJlpnkQKplkTwTHbqD_xxghGXZ2qZHvO2hi1R7C394N2M7RArQ2sR1rW8MZO59NFJlM/s400/12oz-bne-talks-about-the-bne-water-foundation-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673803809112801970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">"I haven’t spent thousands of hours on the streets creating a name<br />for it to be used as some bullshit 'charity'."</span></span><br /><a href="http://hypebeast.com/2011/11/12oz-bne-talks-about-the-bne-water-foundation/">read interview here.</a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><a class="title" href="http://hypebeast.com/2011/11/12oz-bne-talks-about-the-bne-water-foundation/" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link to 12oz: BNE Talks About the BNE Water Foundation"> </a></span> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRM8VefaRrlc2DDDOjsfisHtbfL1ZSOd5wZ88_N9N3rFXc_3FLk2cgS1GfE0hkvA7A56BloMH24tSNf0Qd9jiZ26E0x3EmujHNBHywz9UAPt-LcsNcPbM3jm-ezdPw6-qth1ZvzxpyYKo/s1600/wildcats.png"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRM8VefaRrlc2DDDOjsfisHtbfL1ZSOd5wZ88_N9N3rFXc_3FLk2cgS1GfE0hkvA7A56BloMH24tSNf0Qd9jiZ26E0x3EmujHNBHywz9UAPt-LcsNcPbM3jm-ezdPw6-qth1ZvzxpyYKo/s400/wildcats.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673803801406609890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Three: Shibuya Wildcats</span></span><br /><a href="http://shibuyawildcats.tumblr.com/">follow blog here</a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVYk-SQCyVamYlHG4ELSSeGMOpgRA-Pq8gJUDV_rUFVED-E3MrRqbfaGtEUkFIHO0knQ7iNW08kPG7lGYJKQaApoQEIO6l-xWZMsNtTblWPmHaxrLH9-lYRUXz5DbHDIzk5cFhUAYWCB0/s1600/DSC01434-1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVYk-SQCyVamYlHG4ELSSeGMOpgRA-Pq8gJUDV_rUFVED-E3MrRqbfaGtEUkFIHO0knQ7iNW08kPG7lGYJKQaApoQEIO6l-xWZMsNtTblWPmHaxrLH9-lYRUXz5DbHDIzk5cFhUAYWCB0/s400/DSC01434-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673803797416486178" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Number Four: Me:</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHQ41pNsNVl5zd_p0TO2xdNtmiXlao2JZXB4xc0zuDA8Pmv4YopuQ8DID3xhg6iNvF6AINIjjuhH0EJhSHbNofeQ0YgXOQuFp5OOyLX4nWK7EDOSrZdmcog37-5h-eNt5FYQ6JeyMfFwc/s1600/d8.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHQ41pNsNVl5zd_p0TO2xdNtmiXlao2JZXB4xc0zuDA8Pmv4YopuQ8DID3xhg6iNvF6AINIjjuhH0EJhSHbNofeQ0YgXOQuFp5OOyLX4nWK7EDOSrZdmcog37-5h-eNt5FYQ6JeyMfFwc/s200/d8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673814944227682418" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tomschulzartist</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> responds: My Grandmother lived to be just shy of 105. She would be furious at me for this disclosing indiscretion. I used to marvel at all the technological and cultural landmarks that occurred during her lifetime. But that's chump change compared to the speed of change that artist Isaac Schulz lives within and works into.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Currently based in Tokyo, Schulz chews through information like a vacationer at a seafood buffet - a hunter gatherer on aesthetic steroids. I find it </span>intriguing<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> that he can find more things of interest than things he likes. And one wonders if it is interesting yesterday, is it still interesting today? This is not to say that I believe information is disposable for Isaac. It's a </span>Lego<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">, a microchip, a structural component, a layer of paint. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">What I see in these 'four things of interest' is a declarative statement regarding the significance of self. A responsible self that recognizes the essential creativity involved in </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Being.</span><br /></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >It's like hearing. Really hearing, when Rilke says that, "...the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.”</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />And then that's exactly what you set about doing.</span><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"><br />While comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and Effect existence, here at empathinc. we prefer to live in a Call and Response Universe. This series is an exploration of that space. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Thank you Isaac, for Responding to the Call.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Yo, Tom.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-30974225078313640402011-11-04T09:02:00.000-07:002011-11-04T16:35:05.697-07:00"Call and Response: Jane Hudson."<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >“I don’t experience life in a linear fashion, in any kind of continuum. </span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >It’s moment, moment, moment, moment.”</span><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nf7SnZccYqE"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >Amy Hempel</span></a></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE CALL</span>: <span style="font-style: italic;">send 2-4 pieces of evidence. </span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">It could be images of your work, work you like,<br />things you find interesting.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >JANE HUDSON'S <span style="font-weight: bold;">RESPONSE</span>:</span><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >Hi Tom...I'm responding to your request for four things of interest for your blog.<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6oT_6V-uPrVSkHe6VPHoAExMSwhizBMrZ9VPpXk8CxfU_5WaMIGp7IMTcjDCii36YbKk6F7BfJyiVlrVIzVFuL0l0K31kyQD8ys9facSo6ttV0D9rBU5BIiCmGx9RxM75no_bCq1zUnc/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6oT_6V-uPrVSkHe6VPHoAExMSwhizBMrZ9VPpXk8CxfU_5WaMIGp7IMTcjDCii36YbKk6F7BfJyiVlrVIzVFuL0l0K31kyQD8ys9facSo6ttV0D9rBU5BIiCmGx9RxM75no_bCq1zUnc/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671172657270707042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >Here's the first, which is from <a href="http://www.cricketcreekfarm.com/">Cricket Creek Farm</a>, a local CSA, that is part of a very active <a href="http://www.locavores.com/">locavore</a> movement in these parts. Sustainable farming/eating/economy being at issue.<br />I'll send other items under separate emails.<br />Cheers, Jane</span><br /></div><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjClKRjSAgFrNHBbpAiuO28rp4dWrjxW0IQaA0RZ3ntIjxCylgtS9KZvoLgyqljHNlUIl_oKi03oMzIFf9RVTniTtk9fufQBQb-mx1t-H0LavrKnQN1ShIt2BjQKNQvrd12DDi4aEhJHPQ/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjClKRjSAgFrNHBbpAiuO28rp4dWrjxW0IQaA0RZ3ntIjxCylgtS9KZvoLgyqljHNlUIl_oKi03oMzIFf9RVTniTtk9fufQBQb-mx1t-H0LavrKnQN1ShIt2BjQKNQvrd12DDi4aEhJHPQ/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671172664569509762" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >Tom...here's one of my pictures of a house in my neighborhood. Clearly this building is from another era, cottage living. Thinking about small in this post-McMansion time. Idea of sepia toning is to evoke the past through an older technological frame while identifying its viability as a present trope.<br />Cheers, J</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJqQ9rUIs9AcpcCAaVUc1ZnlvNteJZE7Y8mjvgpPpnfWv86taz_hH6xwMRpS2MkSRNn1214AkPIEz8j-L7Sxvrlttvn7XaPp_zYCzMsIJYRnCRDKHzOKRMxRqIJMmkYRpkM3Obez0khmA/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 333px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJqQ9rUIs9AcpcCAaVUc1ZnlvNteJZE7Y8mjvgpPpnfWv86taz_hH6xwMRpS2MkSRNn1214AkPIEz8j-L7Sxvrlttvn7XaPp_zYCzMsIJYRnCRDKHzOKRMxRqIJMmkYRpkM3Obez0khmA/s400/photo.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671172672350577858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >This is an image of a re-release of our music from the early '80's which includes all material recorded as <a href="http://officialjeffandjane.com/">Jeff and Jane</a> in that time. Available through <a href="http://www.darkentriesrecords.com/?s=jane+and+jeff">Dark Entries Records</a> or on iTunes.<br /><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvo0jl9-hr26LBoCLgMBA1Z94Owvgbc73w7MU8gaatfx0MEdDDpr44WzHbCUBmZTlyiJUcu6FAGJn8-odQPQPz5sT60_mC_V9tN5t7_n1HhuH7GOOCqfJwsJMiS_GPTaU19Z9UMKciE2o/s1600/photo_1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvo0jl9-hr26LBoCLgMBA1Z94Owvgbc73w7MU8gaatfx0MEdDDpr44WzHbCUBmZTlyiJUcu6FAGJn8-odQPQPz5sT60_mC_V9tN5t7_n1HhuH7GOOCqfJwsJMiS_GPTaU19Z9UMKciE2o/s400/photo_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671177236525530898" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >Phenomenal techno-thrill by the brilliant writer of Cryptonomicon, Snow Crash, The Diamond Age. Just blown away by it! <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Reamde-Novel-Neal-Stephenson/dp/0061977969">Locate <span style="font-style: italic;">REAMDE</span> here.</a></span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAxUjM4LQEMEjfptCYznwbNpWeFGuuhFRyhY3Nl91xL9wiujJOZi1Ot80HKnzoWr_uVGefYNj8Amv5PoI3v-i73tImsUdvoO5aT_ASnvDXScqz1FSAuM0PN0N9bRttNU57WNAg6bTAqw/s1600/sc002f2592_1.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAxUjM4LQEMEjfptCYznwbNpWeFGuuhFRyhY3Nl91xL9wiujJOZi1Ot80HKnzoWr_uVGefYNj8Amv5PoI3v-i73tImsUdvoO5aT_ASnvDXScqz1FSAuM0PN0N9bRttNU57WNAg6bTAqw/s200/sc002f2592_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671177602469515810" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tomschulzartist</span></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" > responds: I first met Jane Hudson fourteen years ago. I was a late-comer to <a href="http://www.smfa.edu/">grad school</a> and she was gracious in pointing out to me that it didn't matter if I entered through the back door or the front door. Because there were no doors. She courageously challenged my artist's strategy of obfuscation. Well, evidently not all lessons take root.<br /><br />I've been ruminating all week on the information that Jane sent. Looking for a connection, for a narrative.<br /><br />I remembered when I was a kid and went fishing with my old man. Dad thought patience was something that belonged in a hospital, and not on a john boat. When his line got tangled (and his line always got tangled) he would pull and curse and smoke. Eventually he handed the muddled mess off to me. I learned to cajole and coax the ten-pound test like I was the freakin' mono-filament whisperer. That skill set serves me well here at empathinc.<br /><br />Four things of interest. Then I saw it: the gift in the information was that I was allowed to discover my <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">own</span> connections. I wasn't told what to see. What freedom! Instantly all the shiftings from one time to another time, irretraceable cultural mores and digressions, skittering viabilities and evocative sustainabilities relaxed into nothing less than Ariadne's yarn.<br /><br />Vernon Howard said that, "If you switch on the light in a dark room, it makes no difference how long it was dark, because the light will still shine. Be teachable. That is the whole secret.”<br /><br />Fourteen years, and she's still telling me secrets.<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >On Oct 28, 2011, at 1:59 PM, Jane Hudson wrote:<br /><br />Hope I didn't overwhelm. Did as you asked, and I await your response. Will you let me know when you do, or should I subscribe?<br />J<br /><br />Overwhelm? Are you kidding? That's my brier patch.<br />I'll let you know, but subscribing is always nice.<br />T</span><br /><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">While comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and Effect existence, here at empathinc. we prefer to live in a Call and Response Universe. This series is an exploration of that space. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Thank you Jane, for Responding to the Call.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Cheers, Tom.<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-61160127107707470692011-10-27T20:28:00.000-07:002011-10-28T16:30:57.427-07:00"Call and Response: Melinda Schwakhofer."<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />“One must not always think so much about what one should do,<br />but rather what one should be. Our works do not ennoble us;<br />but we must ennoble our works.”</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"> Meister Eckhart</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE CALL</span>: <span style="font-style: italic;">send 2-4 pieces of evidence. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">It could be images of your work, work you like, things you find interesting.</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">MELINDA SCHWAKHOFER'S <span style="font-weight: bold;">RESPONSE</span>:</span></span><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj803lN5xoi4B2G-QxXqfOcDUPI7COdlGzzxNT_-2v-ubjureWwPGh83N5ec10JXxfA6jWvgRU7SmDhJz4XBaAbwCOXIzpiNNi5J37lKqWj2qQ4XVijfsHwMz_TGK8reVLKgCwrbR_EYws/s1600/persona.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj803lN5xoi4B2G-QxXqfOcDUPI7COdlGzzxNT_-2v-ubjureWwPGh83N5ec10JXxfA6jWvgRU7SmDhJz4XBaAbwCOXIzpiNNi5J37lKqWj2qQ4XVijfsHwMz_TGK8reVLKgCwrbR_EYws/s400/persona.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668620997414550754" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://melindaschwakhofer.wordpress.com/2011/07/24/unmasked/">"Persona"</a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">I am an artist who likes to put my personal signature on everything that I do. I may or may not be an artist in the conventional sense of the term, but I have a sense that my identity is, in some respect, my own creation. I am acutely aware that my persona is a construct – something which has been created and can thus be re-created. Some of my current work is about exploring persona via mask making - who do I show to the world and who/what is concealed behind my mask?</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkm34YDDoNOKKOFHdHxNTYC5TVG7bD1EhmqDwxfxQSiiO3hOkvShV_OaYhrASf8wna-xOyALgbgFT-FZcujACjAgqJp1wiDSgYxCSQFFiMbYh6qHiTw6cOb1wvm2QcziuHaY1duOdr9OI/s1600/Chagall+Bird.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkm34YDDoNOKKOFHdHxNTYC5TVG7bD1EhmqDwxfxQSiiO3hOkvShV_OaYhrASf8wna-xOyALgbgFT-FZcujACjAgqJp1wiDSgYxCSQFFiMbYh6qHiTw6cOb1wvm2QcziuHaY1duOdr9OI/s400/Chagall+Bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668621452408320274" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://melindaschwakhofer.wordpress.com/2011/09/15/play-dough/">"PlayDough"</a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" >I make art from a wide range of media encompassing fibre, photographs and video, food. In the creative moment, I hope to bring something beautiful and good into existence. Not afraid to explore the darker side of life, I may endeavour to bring good out of evil, hope from hopelessness, meaning from absurdity, and to save what appeared to be lost; or at least make a darn good loaf of bread.</span></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6NCU0wvmhaBi-nXP1HKUDy-Y5UgFb7gn6Aa1-hj_VvPTrjZN8vTZIsCY4W-GhQzfoY50fntxeoKXZxbPT0ocMu2ZjDq5Tc05D9a9RDp2iZTqYn3dgagj6llx26g9MXD-BwN9yj5TDlJE/s1600/Malvhina.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6NCU0wvmhaBi-nXP1HKUDy-Y5UgFb7gn6Aa1-hj_VvPTrjZN8vTZIsCY4W-GhQzfoY50fntxeoKXZxbPT0ocMu2ZjDq5Tc05D9a9RDp2iZTqYn3dgagj6llx26g9MXD-BwN9yj5TDlJE/s400/Malvhina.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668621225102355586" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://www.rosegarrard.com/malvhina.html"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);">"Malvhina"</span></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"><span style="font-size:130%;">On a recent trip to Malvern, England, I came across a fountain, Malvhina by sculptor <a href="http://www.rosegarrard.com/">Rose Garrard</a>. The design of the female figure, sculpted in stone and bronze, has a triple theme incorporating elements representing the three springs that supply the spout, the three roads that meet here and the three most important periods in Malvern`s history, - the ancient Celtic origins, the coming of Christianity and the growth of the town in Victorian times. Malvern spring water flows from a bronze disc where three circles interlink symbolising the sacred triple of the Celts and the Christian Holy Trinity.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" >Melinda Schwakhofer<br /> <a href="http://melindaschwakhofer.wordpress.com/">www.inspiraculum.co.uk</a></span><br /></div><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIbmZ_JE2KZNNB_Em3NcEH8-Sx1wI-BCirQgmy34b1OucNEPbuOi3KMQXE8HfFfwvAXdpNFR-FnsPHg4F6x2AZvbG7JHO3s2Xu5r_sVwAakZwim6jVdafgMLQC5w2_CVlx-XPoEUDYGPA/s1600/sc00847e10.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIbmZ_JE2KZNNB_Em3NcEH8-Sx1wI-BCirQgmy34b1OucNEPbuOi3KMQXE8HfFfwvAXdpNFR-FnsPHg4F6x2AZvbG7JHO3s2Xu5r_sVwAakZwim6jVdafgMLQC5w2_CVlx-XPoEUDYGPA/s200/sc00847e10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668642248313184002" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tomschulzartist</span> responds: I first came across Melinda and her work in a circuitous fashion. I was surfing photographs of labyrinths on the web and was taken by a particularly lovely image. <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?q=myers+park+baptist+church+labyrinth+charlotte+nc&hl=en&client=firefox-a&hs=iOv&sa=X&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&biw=1024&bih=581&tbm=isch&prmd=imvns&tbnid=Uc75v2wiBl7DDM:&imgrefurl=http://melindaschwakhofer.wordpress.com/2007/08/page/2/&docid=eu-Z6NH2c_JAAM&imgurl=http://melindaschwakhofer.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/labyrinth2.jpg%253Fw%253D490&w=400&h=492&ei=fySrTu6eN4qLgwfHvqHBDw&zoom=1&iact=hc&vpx=82&vpy=115&dur=109&hovh=249&hovw=202&tx=115&ty=114&sig=100767097565391389455&page=1&tbnh=120&tbnw=95&start=0&ndsp=17&ved=1t:429,r:0,s:0">Playful shiftings of light and sheen across a delicately mottled pattern</a>. Fascinated, I blew up the image and declared, "Hey, that's one of </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" >my</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" > labyrinths." I scooted to her blog ('my world' as she phrases it), <a href="http://melindaschwakhofer.wordpress.com/">Inspiraculum</a>. Posted a note, and sure enough, it was the Myers Park Baptist Church labyrinth, completed in 2005. It's a darn good story.<br /><br />I visit Melinda's world often.<br /><br />I remain intrigued with Schwakhofer's ability to literally <span style="font-style: italic;">weave</span> a tapestry of made and found objects and observations, and having not seen the evidence of her efforts in <span style="font-style: italic;">actuality</span> have come to view her <span style="font-style: italic;">blog</span> as a specifically coherent work of art. So when she shares with us that she may not </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" >"be an artist in the conventional sense of the term", I had the thought, "Well, who among us is?" Convention is ephemeral. Convention is fashionable, or political. Art (especially when removed from the wall and pedestal) is communication. The drive to wind out a conceptual thread and share the great mystery of discovery.<br /><br />Perusing the <span style="font-style: italic;">evidence</span> of Melinda's response, I'm reminded of a wonderful defining statement from R. Buckminster Fuller (himself a most unconventional artist). Fuller said, “I live on Earth at present, and I don’t know what I am. I know that I am not a category. I am not a thing — a noun. I seem to be a verb, an evolutionary process – an integral function of the universe.” ”<br />Which (of course) is An Other way of saying, </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" >"</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" >I am acutely aware that my persona is a construct – something which has been created and can thus be re-created."<br /><br />And that's darned good living.<br /><br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">While comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and Effect existence, here at empathinc. we prefer to live in a Call and Response Universe. This series is an exploration of that space. </span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Thank you Melinda, for Responding to the Call.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">That <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> a darn good-looking loaf of bread. Tom.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >Above: "Alexandra"</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">, Oil on primed paper, Tom Schulz, 2001.</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-22961140417264216212011-10-21T08:05:00.000-07:002011-10-21T16:51:20.714-07:00"Call and Response: Daniel de Wit."<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><br /><br />“Your head’s like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god and devil there ever was. Big enough to hold the weight of oceans and the turning stars. Whole universes fit in there! But what do we choose to keep in this miraculous cabinet? Little broken things, sad trinkets that we play with over and over. The world turns our key and we play the same little tune again and again and we think that tune’s all we are.”</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);" href="http://www.rollingstone.com/music/news/grant-morrison-on-the-death-of-comics-20110822">Grant Morrison</a><br /></span></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Daniel de Wit's Response:</span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Hey Tom, thanks for the compliment. Anything i've done is cool for you to use, you can make my submission all about sound if you'd like, but I'm trying to get away from being pigeonholed completely into sound. however if you'd like to make everything focused to work in the broader sense, that's great too. All of my stuff with the band is still in the weird prenatal stage, so I can't really send you anything in that respect.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >Daniel de Wit is a musician, artist, and designer currently based in Brooklyn, New York. He is a member of the Rock & Roll band </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XngRCvSDRwI">Dirt City Magic</a></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >. He can be contacted by writing </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);" href="http://danieldewit.com/">dd@danieldewit.com</a></span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE EVIDENCE:</span></span><br /><br /></div><br /><object height="81" width="100%"> <param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F24250703"> <param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"> </object><div style="text-align: center;"><object height="81" width="100%"><embed allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F24250703" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="81" width="100%"></embed> </object> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >LISTEN:</span><br /><a href="http://soundcloud.com/danieldewit/urban-beatscape-no-1">"Urban Beatscape No.1"</a> by <a href="http://soundcloud.com/danieldewit">DanieldeWit</a></span><br /></div><span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9uE1kImiclU66KHowXG8isTPSG6yRYlOnAia3wI_O32WVtXC-kOGqai6fVFbyHqIdt_ZQwdbb7kfiSUmnMHKExScZjAiwVGEElm1D2uoW6XEitzDusypucTPdYgH-kcSW6P7iXyejZUo/s1600/Energy+Collision.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9uE1kImiclU66KHowXG8isTPSG6yRYlOnAia3wI_O32WVtXC-kOGqai6fVFbyHqIdt_ZQwdbb7kfiSUmnMHKExScZjAiwVGEElm1D2uoW6XEitzDusypucTPdYgH-kcSW6P7iXyejZUo/s400/Energy+Collision.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665982432278427714" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">"Energy Collision"</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">:LOOK:</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WF5KIedWJcfAWFeC5IwSxuAdsgu5Owb_pKuBkp3dg9uDVB65PbW6jZvR8cJyHJ3BYC5f_fMJgdejExKw-dZ-sBoqFnYptr7qkSFakqoV69EN6llTtyk7en8QsV27jEHVvA2IuxaGpEs/s1600/Inuit+Cyborg+Tissue+Sample.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WF5KIedWJcfAWFeC5IwSxuAdsgu5Owb_pKuBkp3dg9uDVB65PbW6jZvR8cJyHJ3BYC5f_fMJgdejExKw-dZ-sBoqFnYptr7qkSFakqoV69EN6llTtyk7en8QsV27jEHVvA2IuxaGpEs/s400/Inuit+Cyborg+Tissue+Sample.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665982427204321330" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">"Intuit Cyborg Tissue Sample"</span></span><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dn-OJg45ksw" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"></iframe><span style="font-size:85%;"><span id="eow-title" class="long-title" dir="ltr" title="Occupy Wall Street October 5th, 2011: Gathering at Foley Square and March to Wall Street"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >WATCH:</span><br />"Occupy Wall Street October 5th, 2011: Gathering at Foley Square and March to Wall Street"</span></span></span></span><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDOT5DNQ4NfPFDtrJBZoDWx6wmtaN9b5wuFQzEX6i9Y9Ss-5zaEhKFN-UW3rEbAjTZGmbt4gYWqFpR4SwuZWJGqdPC-uxOKJ6H1bvZdxUXl2pPj2wJI29PphkVTuv27tcGpjyAQlSMPUY/s1600/IMG_1318.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDOT5DNQ4NfPFDtrJBZoDWx6wmtaN9b5wuFQzEX6i9Y9Ss-5zaEhKFN-UW3rEbAjTZGmbt4gYWqFpR4SwuZWJGqdPC-uxOKJ6H1bvZdxUXl2pPj2wJI29PphkVTuv27tcGpjyAQlSMPUY/s200/IMG_1318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665989913356429618" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Tomschulzartist responds:</span> </span>I have recently taken to <span style="font-style: italic;">not<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>listening to music while I work, ending a decades long practice. It had to do (at first) with a sodden Ipod and the associated elements of both liquidity and funds. But then it became a choice. My head is generally populated by a convocation of conversations, and the music shut the doors to the convention center. In altering that one habit, in flinging the doors open to that inner dialogue, I came to understand<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" ><a href="http://www.ccel.org/ccel/underhill">Evelyn Underhill</a> when she wrote, “We will not enjoy peace until we enter into the wild strange place of Silence.”<br /><br />The wild strange place of Silence.<br /><br />Through my association with Daniel, I have become much more aurally observant. And that has greatly enriched my existence, from taking in a movie to taking in a walk. But I also watch him experiment. Music, sound, performing, drawing, writing. Taking chances. So much focus in contemporary pursuits has been placed on. Well, on being focused. In the world of Art, diversification may actually be a <span style="font-style: italic;">necessity</span>. I look at de Wit's work and I ask myself, "Am I taking chances? Am I still capable of taking the <span style="font-style: italic;">Young Person's</span> risk?" If I can look at another artist's work and get all jazzed about getting back to <span style="font-style: italic;">my</span> work? Then I'm gonna say, "Yeah."<br /><br />And that's just sound thinking.<br /></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">While comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and Effect existence, here at empathinc. we prefer to live in a Call and Response Universe. This series is an exploration of that space. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Thank you Daniel, for Responding to the Call.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Hey, Tom.</span><br /><br /></div>Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-70172673400197871872011-10-02T21:19:00.000-07:002011-10-13T16:32:08.212-07:00"Call and Response: Fred Levy"<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">“The result of the struggle between the thought and the ability to express it, between dream and reality, is seldom more than a compromise or an</span></span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">approximation. Thus there is little chance that we will succeed in getting through to a large audience, and on the whole</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">we are quite satisfied if we are understood and appreciated by</span><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">a small number of sensitive, receptive people.” </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >M. C. Escher (1898-1972), </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" >On Being a Graphic Artis</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><br /></span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fred Levy's Response:</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Here are 4 photos from my </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://fredlevyart.tumblr.com/">tumblr blog</a><span style="font-weight: bold;">. This blog is a creative outlet of things that I see on my day to day outings. Many of these photos are taken using my iPhone and taking a new look at the things I am passing by. Too often my head is down as I focus on getting from point A to point B. This is an attempt to look at the points in between.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Always happy to collaborate with you.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">See ya,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fred Levy, Photographer</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">617-458-1095</span><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.fredlevyart.com/">www.fredlevyart.com</a><br /><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://thedogparkbook.blogspot.com/">thedogparkbook.blogspot.com</a><br /></span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/FredLevyArt"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" >www.facebook.com/FredLevyArt</span><br /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" >THE EVIDENCE</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8GISPVyklQVoWHkNYQJgenIXKBa_d6dUfUoq896xLUcbfkG4wR_cIyUEwkqHbBx7GSxICBVlXRfxHVkNVTqYoFPx2GEQFbi5tmT1RFbYgIpzInAet_stg95i4vHW_GyYhSYixbDiSHek/s1600/iphoneArt-106.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8GISPVyklQVoWHkNYQJgenIXKBa_d6dUfUoq896xLUcbfkG4wR_cIyUEwkqHbBx7GSxICBVlXRfxHVkNVTqYoFPx2GEQFbi5tmT1RFbYgIpzInAet_stg95i4vHW_GyYhSYixbDiSHek/s400/iphoneArt-106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659116846641470338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Iphone ART #106</span></span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHIc6KNcojkrb5KbELtqp_F4BjOSD_UB-V3FWfrLAZG1baIIi4YCUjTZAHpEDf547-OAWDpsx8l_HDIdXqqRmfYcWcyvz99_E-nzViZqHwRdEZZEIrpAN38JCH_-2CbuSjEvWGwn2qNwc/s1600/iphoneArt-096.JPG"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaE6TGoFLrv4ZK_Y7zkHj6CaCPVgLIU4EQVf1CPqtp0bf3HLezGxtyEr_kx4yWGCQfQkSGyqi24KJWwSbJzxyTR94wKA_XJjhWZZhFbM4gbjEr6K85mklZNFtmZxo9__mEfFfQ416BaTQ/s1600/iphoneArt-102.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaE6TGoFLrv4ZK_Y7zkHj6CaCPVgLIU4EQVf1CPqtp0bf3HLezGxtyEr_kx4yWGCQfQkSGyqi24KJWwSbJzxyTR94wKA_XJjhWZZhFbM4gbjEr6K85mklZNFtmZxo9__mEfFfQ416BaTQ/s400/iphoneArt-102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659116850642685042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Iphone ART #102</span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8GISPVyklQVoWHkNYQJgenIXKBa_d6dUfUoq896xLUcbfkG4wR_cIyUEwkqHbBx7GSxICBVlXRfxHVkNVTqYoFPx2GEQFbi5tmT1RFbYgIpzInAet_stg95i4vHW_GyYhSYixbDiSHek/s1600/iphoneArt-106.JPG"><br /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHIc6KNcojkrb5KbELtqp_F4BjOSD_UB-V3FWfrLAZG1baIIi4YCUjTZAHpEDf547-OAWDpsx8l_HDIdXqqRmfYcWcyvz99_E-nzViZqHwRdEZZEIrpAN38JCH_-2CbuSjEvWGwn2qNwc/s1600/iphoneArt-096.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHIc6KNcojkrb5KbELtqp_F4BjOSD_UB-V3FWfrLAZG1baIIi4YCUjTZAHpEDf547-OAWDpsx8l_HDIdXqqRmfYcWcyvz99_E-nzViZqHwRdEZZEIrpAN38JCH_-2CbuSjEvWGwn2qNwc/s400/iphoneArt-096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659116854540566098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Iphone ART #096<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjnAiK0FXOiyHZCOVul08OaRvCmWwDVqvGlaZ26JfdlRyfp9vw0qzOE7FBqUxzSFvrNL9V1wxeA9GggT4C3chb4_rFni5f6iezMnLcKZ7rh7_rWII0q5ftL_6VzycOs8OPMRFSPwHf8Qc/s1600/iphoneArt-104.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjnAiK0FXOiyHZCOVul08OaRvCmWwDVqvGlaZ26JfdlRyfp9vw0qzOE7FBqUxzSFvrNL9V1wxeA9GggT4C3chb4_rFni5f6iezMnLcKZ7rh7_rWII0q5ftL_6VzycOs8OPMRFSPwHf8Qc/s400/iphoneArt-104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659116855243789746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Iphone ART #106</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOroj9Z-WN0xNi388fhl3tlRm7XxpuMM_t1EnUAOXnEjse_oIWVWdDKWbILaIBNyjco0iVbDWGSqJgv2W5Rr7Ll2WihCyUCCZHwkakLYynktXBYjuo-lpTL2Bb9wk1zL-Og2dBIPqlvJU/s1600/IMG_2309.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOroj9Z-WN0xNi388fhl3tlRm7XxpuMM_t1EnUAOXnEjse_oIWVWdDKWbILaIBNyjco0iVbDWGSqJgv2W5Rr7Ll2WihCyUCCZHwkakLYynktXBYjuo-lpTL2Bb9wk1zL-Og2dBIPqlvJU/s200/IMG_2309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662991471144103410" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tomschulzartist responds:</span> I have worked hard all of my life. Sometimes I have worked hard for other people and sometimes for myself – just because I wanted to. Working hard for your self is not just about being self employed. Although I have been self employed most of my adult life. Maybe that was a deliberate choice. Maybe I just stumbled into that reality. Or maybe I couldn’t get along with (my) perception of authority.<br />But, that is another discussion altogether.<br /><br />What I mean by working for myself is all about joy. About choreographing effort. About the process of doing that which I refer to as real work. Real work is not confined to altruistic effort. Real work is not just defined as proper or helpful, though if all goes well, these aspects are a part of real work. Real work is all about crossing the boundaries of the ‘have to’ into the land of the ‘want to’.<br /><br />I refer to this as transgressing the mundane.<br /><br />I think that is what Fred Levy does in this series of Iphone images. He is making a conscious effort to recognize that which he might ordinarily hurry by unnoticed. In recording those marvelous moments, Levy sends each of us an invitation: transgress the mundane. Participate fully in the day to day. Expand the moment into its myriad lyrical infinities.<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">While comprehending both the conveniences and pitfalls of a Cause and Effect existence, here at empathinc. we prefer to live in a Call and Response Universe. This series is an exploration of that space. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Thank you Fred, for Responding to the Call.<br />See ya, Tom.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-7804156513858689092011-09-23T14:09:00.001-07:002011-09-24T21:26:03.616-07:00"Summeries #11"<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitC-zbatKJAiPhDoGtqzpvTWlK5MIBTiBFFLrmRiheLLc5_sUX5QvuMWQncczDAcs1Me0fxH3kznvH23uu9T1Onutb0tLOX5XRgK8Tydu6g52jaXV57GtyxOFg-f3hSajgUdWYDQlsXQU/s1600/imagine+a+new+reality.jpg"><br /></a></span><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >“It is not that I’m so smart.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">But I stay with the questions much longer.”</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Albert Einstein</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibgIGsDlD4zr7K5-U3OHIuaUy15f7996_K_eChrdFWGQhj6JTVaE-RXk9PNXy64atuxqxF-trwoBFD508A3AIaWdmwT645fA7AiAdcmb_zgvTqvYh_7y-UI_-9w6t9M4xm3oosEgW9NDU/s1600/IMG_2339.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 37px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibgIGsDlD4zr7K5-U3OHIuaUy15f7996_K_eChrdFWGQhj6JTVaE-RXk9PNXy64atuxqxF-trwoBFD508A3AIaWdmwT645fA7AiAdcmb_zgvTqvYh_7y-UI_-9w6t9M4xm3oosEgW9NDU/s400/IMG_2339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656124902612714322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">So another season has shifted into another season, and we bid adieu to the "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Summeries</span>". Time is a grazing creature. Tonight, as my compatriot and I were cruising our haunts, we saw a group of perhaps seven gathered in the street. It appeared that they were pointing at us. I cautioned you as to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">likelihood</span> that they were Flesh Eating Zombies. Autumn brings them out, don't you know. I read somewhere that it has to do with the Puritan Ethic. Approaching, it was clear that this group was more positively animated than the Undead. "You walked right past them!" one Zombie <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">declared</span>. "One what?," I queried (in my nascent comprehension of the situation's significance). "Deer," replied the Zombie (who somehow lost her looming nature, given the street light and proximity). We turned, you and I. We turned and saw a two point buck and the doe that followed. And us one point five miles from downtown (now uptown) and the bank centers and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">NASCAR</span> museum. And that sighting made us hopeful somehow. That in the midst of executions and demonstrations and Luddite yearnings, and urban sprawl and oiled interdependence and errant values could there wander a deer. And its companion.<br />Like us. Walking together. Sniffing and pondering.<br /></span></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><!--EndFragment--><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitC-zbatKJAiPhDoGtqzpvTWlK5MIBTiBFFLrmRiheLLc5_sUX5QvuMWQncczDAcs1Me0fxH3kznvH23uu9T1Onutb0tLOX5XRgK8Tydu6g52jaXV57GtyxOFg-f3hSajgUdWYDQlsXQU/s1600/imagine+a+new+reality.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitC-zbatKJAiPhDoGtqzpvTWlK5MIBTiBFFLrmRiheLLc5_sUX5QvuMWQncczDAcs1Me0fxH3kznvH23uu9T1Onutb0tLOX5XRgK8Tydu6g52jaXV57GtyxOFg-f3hSajgUdWYDQlsXQU/s400/imagine+a+new+reality.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656123909147216738" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Actualized Dreams” #28.</span></span> </div><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">So once again, ladies and germs: the same brick wall, the same scenario, the same set of circumstances. Maybe different colors. Certainly a new cast of characters (though one might argue that its different masks on the same troop of itinerant actors). But it was you that said, "You have to rearrange - you have to penetrate the system - and move beyond a single reality into the realm of possibilities". Sage advice.…..good times.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Key notation: April 20<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span>. Sheila as teacher</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnf9oSpsd6CE_qLCPfPFc70Ij1GyPmHBHK0GIuCI3lpg6Z-NI0asWVsGMs_jbfTvNcnpAD7Nd9WBZn0vGGBggKFghT1ruGaaMsG32ASl-q3XNyGB7M7xbOW5owlCLwSiK3fNXV2k9zwBU/s1600/sc00a14b8e.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnf9oSpsd6CE_qLCPfPFc70Ij1GyPmHBHK0GIuCI3lpg6Z-NI0asWVsGMs_jbfTvNcnpAD7Nd9WBZn0vGGBggKFghT1ruGaaMsG32ASl-q3XNyGB7M7xbOW5owlCLwSiK3fNXV2k9zwBU/s400/sc00a14b8e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655669112219885186" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Actualized Dreams” #29.</span></span> </div><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >You wrote a poem, I made a reference. You said, “The sun applied lipstick to the pursed lips of the horizon.” I had a bourbon. It reminded me of my mother. You wrote some lyrics and hummed the tune softly. I made a cryptic remark, but kept it to myself. We travel well together, the two of us. You and I…..good times.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Key Connective Concept:<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Stockholmes</span> sin/drone</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH4n4m0R46KpwMcrmCGnKnhvIQIzGi9LLzTeI1-ibHDOc6mjBAqJizfEF9EXItCWhoyE2adhUZuslCk5ljwhBKWcFHy7BNGEIibt4nY5EWAupev9bKJXYk6lmFrTEuUj8qzmKaXGuQKkI/s1600/sc00cc29f0.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH4n4m0R46KpwMcrmCGnKnhvIQIzGi9LLzTeI1-ibHDOc6mjBAqJizfEF9EXItCWhoyE2adhUZuslCk5ljwhBKWcFHy7BNGEIibt4nY5EWAupev9bKJXYk6lmFrTEuUj8qzmKaXGuQKkI/s400/sc00cc29f0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655669114270326898" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Actualized Dreams” #30.</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">You constantly remind me to choose my battles. You ask me things like, "Is this a ditch you are willing to die in?" That always reminds me of the origin of the phrase, 'three on a match' and snipers and stuff, cause things remind me of other things. Like when you said someone was, "growing in grace" and all I heard was "groin in grace" and you said that my mind was like a bowling ball - always in the gutter. I guess it's all about knowing what to overlook. Yeah…..good times.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Key Location: Spiral notebook</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibgIGsDlD4zr7K5-U3OHIuaUy15f7996_K_eChrdFWGQhj6JTVaE-RXk9PNXy64atuxqxF-trwoBFD508A3AIaWdmwT645fA7AiAdcmb_zgvTqvYh_7y-UI_-9w6t9M4xm3oosEgW9NDU/s1600/IMG_2339.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 37px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibgIGsDlD4zr7K5-U3OHIuaUy15f7996_K_eChrdFWGQhj6JTVaE-RXk9PNXy64atuxqxF-trwoBFD508A3AIaWdmwT645fA7AiAdcmb_zgvTqvYh_7y-UI_-9w6t9M4xm3oosEgW9NDU/s400/IMG_2339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656124902612714322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">All work by Tom Schulz, unless otherwise noted.</span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Please leave comments as you feel so inclined. Tom can be reached via the World Wide Web. tomschulzartist@gmail.com, tom@empathinc.com.</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Please join <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Empathinc</span>. on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">facebook</span> by clicking here:</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"> </span><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/empathinc/475680795088#%21/pages/empathinc/475680795088">https://www.facebook.com/pages/empathinc/</a></span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/empathinc/475680795088#%21/pages/empathinc/475680795088"><br /></a></div>Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-25629320988944739892011-09-17T12:18:00.000-07:002011-09-17T16:17:03.579-07:00"Summeries #10"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvaGVApaTDkkKgZHovd-CZF6YDs94813xyWNsKbW1fI2COTSFGGQZ26cc-8FBEgmOWLNPjjbBDdsHVulVhwPzBVU8Imbyoo0ir8f9fbmt8eslQvzj8NqEBhfjDsYU-E7Hojyw4SJvE3FI/s1600/IMG_2339.JPG"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">“The question is not what you look at,</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"> but what you see.”</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Henry David Thoreau</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvaGVApaTDkkKgZHovd-CZF6YDs94813xyWNsKbW1fI2COTSFGGQZ26cc-8FBEgmOWLNPjjbBDdsHVulVhwPzBVU8Imbyoo0ir8f9fbmt8eslQvzj8NqEBhfjDsYU-E7Hojyw4SJvE3FI/s1600/IMG_2339.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 37px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvaGVApaTDkkKgZHovd-CZF6YDs94813xyWNsKbW1fI2COTSFGGQZ26cc-8FBEgmOWLNPjjbBDdsHVulVhwPzBVU8Imbyoo0ir8f9fbmt8eslQvzj8NqEBhfjDsYU-E7Hojyw4SJvE3FI/s400/IMG_2339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653439566077011426" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Delving into personalized maps, sketches and observations has helped me understand that what was once significant to me, often retains<br />significance. That it would have the exact same level of meaning or value is impossible. I'm not the same person. These aren't the same situations. Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about reminiscing, either. Here, it's like this. I'm working on a painting. And I get interrupted. Maybe the dog needs walking. Maybe I have to drive to New Jersey. Whatever. You get my drift. So I come back to that painting, and maybe I've been thinking about what I would do. And I look. And if I'm smart. And if I let myself, then I embrace the me that didn't even exist two hours or fourteen hundred miles prior. And I dialogue with the information before me and paint in the then and there. Sure, I run the risk of failure. But I run the equal risk of running headlong into the unexpected. The glorious unimagined.</span></span><br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvaGVApaTDkkKgZHovd-CZF6YDs94813xyWNsKbW1fI2COTSFGGQZ26cc-8FBEgmOWLNPjjbBDdsHVulVhwPzBVU8Imbyoo0ir8f9fbmt8eslQvzj8NqEBhfjDsYU-E7Hojyw4SJvE3FI/s1600/IMG_2339.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 37px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvaGVApaTDkkKgZHovd-CZF6YDs94813xyWNsKbW1fI2COTSFGGQZ26cc-8FBEgmOWLNPjjbBDdsHVulVhwPzBVU8Imbyoo0ir8f9fbmt8eslQvzj8NqEBhfjDsYU-E7Hojyw4SJvE3FI/s400/IMG_2339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653439566077011426" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLKFk0fxEXLDn23WbQyhMO9FvZ-icQ-x7sjZxsRcXi53LO-0vVpysIsbAx_tAutncZOrqmFAZTOW_SKn52N56mlrVI2xQGpqpeUmgqlEI5fIb9GddIEcYJDpwPMXr2wi_JnoJ0YkT6ZsI/s1600/sc019dd108.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLKFk0fxEXLDn23WbQyhMO9FvZ-icQ-x7sjZxsRcXi53LO-0vVpysIsbAx_tAutncZOrqmFAZTOW_SKn52N56mlrVI2xQGpqpeUmgqlEI5fIb9GddIEcYJDpwPMXr2wi_JnoJ0YkT6ZsI/s400/sc019dd108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653413885305668466" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" ><span>“Actualized Dreams” #25.</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alright, alright, I admitted to it: I avoided conflict. Avoided conflict whenever I could. And believe me, I had some pretty legitimate reasons (not that I'll go into that at this late date). But as you pointed out, without conflict how can there be resolution? And then you described an elegant solution. That conflict and resolution were not binaries, but were an essential and indivisible characteristic of an invigorating life.…..good times.<br /><br /></span>Key term: quantum metaphors</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc6z7yFXEYqqMsl1MoSaKUsRS2qPJuPAVLE7E5k0_vLLYlQyRHAkM4hQ4G48-CdbefkZi6Wg67aiQyUbkq4PPaXwwnAb53Y9a1bjtrfWMsk1ck6ewuuxgFE4OHBKx8OgSKf2L7BQsYGbA/s1600/imagine+a+new+reality.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc6z7yFXEYqqMsl1MoSaKUsRS2qPJuPAVLE7E5k0_vLLYlQyRHAkM4hQ4G48-CdbefkZi6Wg67aiQyUbkq4PPaXwwnAb53Y9a1bjtrfWMsk1ck6ewuuxgFE4OHBKx8OgSKf2L7BQsYGbA/s400/imagine+a+new+reality.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653413880179210962" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Actualized Dreams” #26.</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hello. Are you there? Please pick up. Please respond. Please take out a personal ad. Or leave a voice mail. Post a message on a social network. Leave a poem on a real to real and toss it in the trash for my brother to find. After all, we (each of us) are messengers. The UPS man knows my name because it is on the label. Or he knows more than you might think. Which is highly likely…..good times.<br /><br /></span>Key phrase: (Dan White confronting God)</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk6ELe3dYzR5DpsuLPLFnIxYShwk8D9sd-lOfdXr7nXHg0aNBgnsow1ARFeqY8I68MxbLy2KoZLb32vAYYZACa5zOW6OoEk0xx7ldu_FGnF-aGLJiz4vXZdZe-uUCVc5Cn7ULZPvF6PYM/s1600/expectation+maximization.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk6ELe3dYzR5DpsuLPLFnIxYShwk8D9sd-lOfdXr7nXHg0aNBgnsow1ARFeqY8I68MxbLy2KoZLb32vAYYZACa5zOW6OoEk0xx7ldu_FGnF-aGLJiz4vXZdZe-uUCVc5Cn7ULZPvF6PYM/s400/expectation+maximization.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653413876075552546" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Actualized Dreams” #27.</span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">I always figured that one muddled towards the level of one's expectations, but you argued that I was suffering from a low E.M. model. Which of course stopped me dead in my ignorant tracks (and Christ, I tried not to have that look on my face just so as not to give you the satisfaction, but there it was). "Yeah - E.M. Expectation Maximization. Your sequence structures of association are incomplete or weak." Which, of course, was not what I expected.…..good times.<br /><br /></span>Key: V=infinity<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvaGVApaTDkkKgZHovd-CZF6YDs94813xyWNsKbW1fI2COTSFGGQZ26cc-8FBEgmOWLNPjjbBDdsHVulVhwPzBVU8Imbyoo0ir8f9fbmt8eslQvzj8NqEBhfjDsYU-E7Hojyw4SJvE3FI/s1600/IMG_2339.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 37px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvaGVApaTDkkKgZHovd-CZF6YDs94813xyWNsKbW1fI2COTSFGGQZ26cc-8FBEgmOWLNPjjbBDdsHVulVhwPzBVU8Imbyoo0ir8f9fbmt8eslQvzj8NqEBhfjDsYU-E7Hojyw4SJvE3FI/s400/IMG_2339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653439566077011426" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">All work by Tom Schulz, unless otherwise noted.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">Please leave comments as you feel so inclined. Tom can be reached via the World Wide Web. tomschulzartist@gmail.com, tom@empathinc.com.<br />Please join Empathinc. on facebook by clicking here:<br /><br /> </span><a style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/empathinc/475680795088">https://www.facebook.com/pages/empathinc/</a><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></div>Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-61587211332880857132011-09-09T14:56:00.000-07:002011-09-10T16:32:16.467-07:00"Summeries #9."<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEn6K9TCzFTwaD7dsmN7qg-l3fEkYvCSr1tmnzO5ZHUW-1YKrGJioARnjoRJeyEueMYWigGO6NPf5TCi9MnbSI4YwMHI4uDLo4BwOwmeHI2Vxl6jFHnzJCNIUtzQoCQ2cPQ8fsoBGB43k/s1600/IMG_2339.JPG"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">“The task is, not so much to see what no one has yet seen; but to think what nobody has yet thought,<br />about that which everybody sees.” </span></span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><br />Erwin Schrödinger</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEn6K9TCzFTwaD7dsmN7qg-l3fEkYvCSr1tmnzO5ZHUW-1YKrGJioARnjoRJeyEueMYWigGO6NPf5TCi9MnbSI4YwMHI4uDLo4BwOwmeHI2Vxl6jFHnzJCNIUtzQoCQ2cPQ8fsoBGB43k/s1600/IMG_2339.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 80px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEn6K9TCzFTwaD7dsmN7qg-l3fEkYvCSr1tmnzO5ZHUW-1YKrGJioARnjoRJeyEueMYWigGO6NPf5TCi9MnbSI4YwMHI4uDLo4BwOwmeHI2Vxl6jFHnzJCNIUtzQoCQ2cPQ8fsoBGB43k/s400/IMG_2339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650496482222217954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >On 6/23 I wrote</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >, "We basically choose our paths in two ways - by action and inaction.<br />Each is powerful in its own way.<br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">I work only out of the purest of intentions. And I am nothing if not honest. So then, I can admit to this: I wanted to be a famous artist (which might be a lie, as in I probably still do). Not so much to be in the public eye (which is probably a lie, because I seem to place myself in the public eye as often as I possibly can). I just wanted to be so <span style="font-style: italic;">good</span> at something that it would be recognized (which could be a lie because I most likely want approval and acceptance). Funny thing is, I was constantly making choices that seemed to lead into personal and career <span style="font-style: italic;">arenas</span> that were in opposition to that desire to be a famous artist (which is a lie, because everything I have done has led me to be the artist I am today. Which is a lie within a lie because I have only just lately recognized that.). Truth be told, it is a meaning filled existence. Perhaps you know what I'm talking about.<br /></span></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEn6K9TCzFTwaD7dsmN7qg-l3fEkYvCSr1tmnzO5ZHUW-1YKrGJioARnjoRJeyEueMYWigGO6NPf5TCi9MnbSI4YwMHI4uDLo4BwOwmeHI2Vxl6jFHnzJCNIUtzQoCQ2cPQ8fsoBGB43k/s1600/IMG_2339.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 80px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEn6K9TCzFTwaD7dsmN7qg-l3fEkYvCSr1tmnzO5ZHUW-1YKrGJioARnjoRJeyEueMYWigGO6NPf5TCi9MnbSI4YwMHI4uDLo4BwOwmeHI2Vxl6jFHnzJCNIUtzQoCQ2cPQ8fsoBGB43k/s400/IMG_2339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650496482222217954" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGr7RfEBUQF7yg-inId5mh5DJ-dT0eR8KWbtHwp-liOBhrhwlxlTKqK0lZSiBpeiOcnEeTUg54Vu1n5nSBFnVJVsfffEc_7bt1jmW0s2TIAC4DNlnNR1whz0VW5OrJxBqgXRJ_ZZKnOPo/s1600/sc00a78b8901.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGr7RfEBUQF7yg-inId5mh5DJ-dT0eR8KWbtHwp-liOBhrhwlxlTKqK0lZSiBpeiOcnEeTUg54Vu1n5nSBFnVJVsfffEc_7bt1jmW0s2TIAC4DNlnNR1whz0VW5OrJxBqgXRJ_ZZKnOPo/s400/sc00a78b8901.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650486212040501906" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Actualized Dreams” #22.</span></span></div><div class="copy"> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">You wandered from room to room without any apparent method or direction. I eventually learned not to search out a literal pattern - for that was beyond my grasp. But not beyond your criticism. Though much to my credit (and yet still keeping in mind the number of years it took), I have determined that you were creating an energy matrix. When you called it dropping thought turds, I figured you were just yanking my chain…….good times.</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJY4OmT5mxUgjakp1DFFNYuywYuGRhVqdSJYPuCys3Ccf3m1aZ6Cxtd-cBuRyocC5GHv3Xovs_KLEhZzxTgMAUgumvIA2SfU6_EtYID8DZXt9RluSwOgVtFopZTOFgHfuKHAh9t9CuAr8/s1600/Nervous+Tick.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJY4OmT5mxUgjakp1DFFNYuywYuGRhVqdSJYPuCys3Ccf3m1aZ6Cxtd-cBuRyocC5GHv3Xovs_KLEhZzxTgMAUgumvIA2SfU6_EtYID8DZXt9RluSwOgVtFopZTOFgHfuKHAh9t9CuAr8/s400/Nervous+Tick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650486207909897746" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" class="caption" >“Actualized Dreams” #23. </span></p> <span class="caption"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Inventiveness separated Tarzan from his adoptive cousin</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" class="text_exposed_hide" >, </span><span class="text_exposed_show"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">as both drank from the river. I suggested that animal instinct was being suppressed by technology (and heck, that was years ago). You countered with the supposition that what our culture called human inventiveness and what I perceived as being animal instinct were “methods of isness” intersecting at the corners of synthesis and intuition. Man, I bee-lined to those crossroads and sold my soul…..good times.</span></span><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhImqPTUmkbJa0n2Y7hfdNA-gA5WL2g-5-DSI-LNpPKmceKjhRe-PmByQox2t22PVphOAYhMV5JcGagONT4ygG7Rh0zx1xv-LOaz89FUf8Un5eB1nL9CVb7vv8XBiyrDKTJFInP7c8-De4/s1600/sc01322fa4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhImqPTUmkbJa0n2Y7hfdNA-gA5WL2g-5-DSI-LNpPKmceKjhRe-PmByQox2t22PVphOAYhMV5JcGagONT4ygG7Rh0zx1xv-LOaz89FUf8Un5eB1nL9CVb7vv8XBiyrDKTJFInP7c8-De4/s400/sc01322fa4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650486213397036242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" class="caption" >“Actualized Dreams” #24. </span></div><div class="copy"> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span class="caption" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="text_exposed_show">I’m wishing that Ariadne had given me a ball of yarn, or a freakin’ map or something. You told me that I was the kinda guy that would pray for deliverance and just sit there waiting for some golden chariot to pick my ass up. And then if like a little burro stopped by, I’d still be sitting there waiting on that chariot. But you were so wrong. I didn’t just sit there - I stood up and petted that donkey. It was cute…..good times.</span></span></p><p><br /><span class="caption"><span class="text_exposed_show"></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">All work by Tom Schulz, unless otherwise noted.<br /></span></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Please leave comments as you feel so inclined. Tom can be reached via the World Wide Web. <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">tomschulzartist@gmail.com</span>, <span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);">tom@empathinc.com</span>. 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<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">“God has created the world in play.”</span></span>
<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sri Ramakrishna</span></span>
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >I have never once considered myself obsessive. Not one single time. I much prefer the term </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >focused</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >. Such subtleties bring an ameliorative boost to my sense of well-being, though I hardly consider them a panacea for <span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> my moods. Perhaps you know what I mean.
<br />Anyway, in my <span style="font-style: italic;">focused</span> state, I have recorded a substantial amount of information. And while the images and language are often the equivalent of an overgrown woodlot, occasionally I spot a truffle amongst the tangle of conceptual briers.
<br />One project was a series called "Brilliant Notebooks©". The idea was that if someone were to arbitrarily pick up one of the notebooks and leaf through it, they might be entranced by the sheer random <span style="font-style: italic;">focus </span>evidenced page after page, and be amazed. "Brilliant!" they would exclaim.</span>
<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >I would encourage you to try this technique. Brilliant!
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiis9OCWuaNy6-y-UVeILWV83JvQjbWM-QiBL8w9-ou4OHJqA3SfV6ufOHa3ot-cLAiS1BmxAHEun5_5UlRItusmh2ZEyujHi-G6ez8tQgVBtINOUKyg3u82oqdQ4qtZdp-NGeRH0u3XcE/s1600/awkward+god.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiis9OCWuaNy6-y-UVeILWV83JvQjbWM-QiBL8w9-ou4OHJqA3SfV6ufOHa3ot-cLAiS1BmxAHEun5_5UlRItusmh2ZEyujHi-G6ez8tQgVBtINOUKyg3u82oqdQ4qtZdp-NGeRH0u3XcE/s400/awkward+god.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648270016090844498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >“Actualized Dreams” #19.</span></div><div class="copy"> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">So Dude: get this. I roll my garbage to the curb, and the city picks it up. Don’t matter what kinda garbage it is. City picks it up. I mean you flat out stared me in the face and told me <em><strong>in words </strong></em>that you wern’t never, <em><strong>no never</strong></em> gonna pick up my garbage. You said that was <em><strong>my job.</strong></em> Then the city freakin’ picks it up. Go figure..….good times.</span></p><p>
<br /></p><p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpcHfvKuEaMNXPgiGtC82PrcWU96s4uxvn5snKbUqZEJRethR7X8RZmk7Vkt7JC22LBqZd9-5QqaijxNTinampT39v6bbEymlIZEaqpqQSMVt8MoPuLAFUijV3teiLh_ZURdPqNoMIj0/s1600/sc003efb2a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRpcHfvKuEaMNXPgiGtC82PrcWU96s4uxvn5snKbUqZEJRethR7X8RZmk7Vkt7JC22LBqZd9-5QqaijxNTinampT39v6bbEymlIZEaqpqQSMVt8MoPuLAFUijV3teiLh_ZURdPqNoMIj0/s400/sc003efb2a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648270021470720690" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >“Actualized Dreams” #20.</span></p><div class="copy"> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">If the Universe was a series of undulating curtains, and I could only <em><strong>slice the fabric lengthwise</strong></em>, then perhaps I could gain proper perspective. Sine/cosine. A breathe: a heartbeat (this time on loan). Sign/co-sign..….good times.</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">
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<br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">"I have spread my dreams under your feet;
<br />Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
<br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1472827">W.B. Yeats</a><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1472827"> (</a><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1472827">The Wind Among The Reeds</a><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);" href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1472827">) </a>
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">On 2/9, I wrote, </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">"The only time that I rested was when I was sick or worked myself until I was sick or until I felt fragile, which for me is one and the same." </span>
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<br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >Now I am not exaggerating when I say that I am magnificently prone to hyperbole. But I did find it interesting in this case that I would associate my own human fragility with illness. Perhaps you may understand that connection. Perhaps you have experienced that connection. See, I have developed a life strategy to deal with this issue. I put so much <span style="font-style: italic;">authentic</span> information out into the world. And it is all very self-revealing, in the sense that I am choosing what aspects of self to reveal. In doing so, I have girded myself in a virtually <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">impenetrable</span> armor. Density of content, layers of meaning, galaxies of images and words. Which of course, takes an incredible amount of work (please refer back to the above citation). Maintenance issues, etc. etc. So girded, I make my way. The "Summeries" Series is evidence of this effort.</span>
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTjcCJo4AHGyuZAJXSNy69kk7kvkXbBAwoCyv7Do1cKPNNqhGSQlGxfa2qiIo8Uit1-iUB4SLWK-co-T6gZXgxYI-7GesRSYILoTFN6i4CY4sNx7VxB7AreLC9CBcbtEcvWnicdIhf4Pk/s1600/sc00013445.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTjcCJo4AHGyuZAJXSNy69kk7kvkXbBAwoCyv7Do1cKPNNqhGSQlGxfa2qiIo8Uit1-iUB4SLWK-co-T6gZXgxYI-7GesRSYILoTFN6i4CY4sNx7VxB7AreLC9CBcbtEcvWnicdIhf4Pk/s400/sc00013445.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645295811485875842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >“Actualized Dreams” #16.</span></div><div class="copy"> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Lightning struck at the top of the mountain and traveling all the way down towards the house on a string of barbed wire, jumped into the house and burned out the fuse box. Reminded me of the family that was sitting around the living room and spontaneously combusted. At least it was spontaneous. I don’t want to think they planned it. Been there, done that….good times.</span></p><div class="copy"><p>
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<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">All work by Tom Schulz, unless otherwise noted.
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<br />Tom Schulzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12026971401476229221noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1944385663152223501.post-73562960790814288932011-08-19T21:23:00.000-07:002011-08-20T16:35:59.451-07:00"Summeries #6"<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >".......this crumpled mass called material casts a shadow,</span>
<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" >and the shadow belongs to Light."</span>
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<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >When I used to think about time, I would frame it in beginnings and endings. Which opened me up for all sorts of </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" >disappointments</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" > and </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" >sadness</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" > and dashed hopes. Because everything was </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >confined</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >. New things were destined to become old things when caught between the bookends of stops and starts, births and deaths. Now I think about what I am calling </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >tumbling durations</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >. It isn't about time like tick-tock today yesterday tomorrow time. And I'm telling you from personal experience that you can lose twenty years in a twinkling with that kind of time relationship. I'm guessing you know what I mean. No, I'm thinking of time as an entity: with a personality. I'm thinking of </span><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" >entities of time</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" > wrestling and scrambling all over each other. Coming up to a boil and down to a simmer. Overlapping durations that may not have even moments extricated save to hold them to the light, those moments. Those moments that are frozen as experience and then melted away as memory. Those moments.</span>
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcaOORcxIa-aWaRNFnuQCXQxfwQ-1vluSj1f68MezaMPAfWPTnp_mZPYsbgJIhT9Bs6rnv4DhPeMge4cxzp5qGYBFR7Py701bM6VNcOYttH4mljXUgditEV8EJzSJaPfFWPDNtgMbDwus/s1600/sc003724bf.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcaOORcxIa-aWaRNFnuQCXQxfwQ-1vluSj1f68MezaMPAfWPTnp_mZPYsbgJIhT9Bs6rnv4DhPeMge4cxzp5qGYBFR7Py701bM6VNcOYttH4mljXUgditEV8EJzSJaPfFWPDNtgMbDwus/s400/sc003724bf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642790950846641186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >“Actualized Dreams” #13.</span></div><div class="copy"><div class="copy"> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">I was trying to bring up the precise word: duo? </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="font-size:130%;">dua</span><span style="font-size:130%;">? due? It </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="font-size:130%;">wasn</span><span style="font-size:130%;">’t clear to me until the concept of </span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" style="font-size:130%;">synchrodental</span><span style="font-size:130%;"> came to mind, and I knew (recalled?) that all three words would in fact, be correct. What was that sketch? Where the distant future and the distant past overlapped in what you might have termed the near future and the near past. That someone else might refer to that as the present seems oddly confining …….good times.</span></p><p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);">
<br /></p><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdD_6OamSrG7M8JwiKCrWudwDxJkgZqJEbCnUFPg3ABp6H-cZBkiGFuYFxxX0afuw56_Yq8rKklQ6GVAwsfXS7KsWl3SnjFJB9YELAOB6eOfnD3iqGKYB6Sn-m7uyRWfvo7Vlcdf7DgNI/s1600/sc00667f24.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdD_6OamSrG7M8JwiKCrWudwDxJkgZqJEbCnUFPg3ABp6H-cZBkiGFuYFxxX0afuw56_Yq8rKklQ6GVAwsfXS7KsWl3SnjFJB9YELAOB6eOfnD3iqGKYB6Sn-m7uyRWfvo7Vlcdf7DgNI/s400/sc00667f24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642790962137145906" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >“Actualized Dreams” #14.</span></p></div> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tooling down the interstate towards Harmony and Union Grove, like <em><strong>that</strong></em> was gonna happen. You know, like when you got 10 hours under your belt and your destination starts slipping away? Time warp’s got nothing on that kinda situation. That’s when you took to designing the Roar Shock Test, to grade out just how loud the Old Man could actually yell… Yeah….good times.</span></p><p>
<br /></p><p style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqODK5gbJJB2O3_A_iWDjYXJh3txvTsgzH41S9-exy0naNqwp41-2UR3c_wtYAOzzzbUutP3yZw-X1Z3DEa9S4hCdZ624iKiiFgM2Gd84ETuQyfipSqMeJjBgm69V4vFdOhQIjtCPW2wA/s1600/sc0026cff6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqODK5gbJJB2O3_A_iWDjYXJh3txvTsgzH41S9-exy0naNqwp41-2UR3c_wtYAOzzzbUutP3yZw-X1Z3DEa9S4hCdZ624iKiiFgM2Gd84ETuQyfipSqMeJjBgm69V4vFdOhQIjtCPW2wA/s400/sc0026cff6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642790965661684386" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0);font-size:85%;" >“Actualized Dreams” #15.</span></p><div class="copy"> <p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">I woke up missing you. And yet so very excited about the choices that you were continuing to make. But then, like you always said, “Multiplicity deserves mystery.” The water meandered from the spring head to the inland waterway with the ocean shimmering beyond. I saw it all of a once and thought about forgiveness as a fluid stream of awareness. Forget, hell. You’d call that a stagnant situation….good times.</span></p><p>
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