July 10th, 2006
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An investment of titanic proportions
When I am not here, it is almost always because I am buckling under some sort of burden that drives me from technology/consciousness when not at the office. Of course, there are scribbled notes here and there, but only a few of them are tangible enough for me to endure a re-envisioning after the fact. But, it’s past my bedtime, so that’s not today.
I am here because today is the beginning of two months in which I will attempt to average at least one hour every day, for the next sixty-five days, to work on my current great challenge. This time it is not a foreign language for an overseas trip. It is something much more difficult, something that is the pilot test of my first foray out of idle fiddling, and into sustained effort with an anticipated flash of professionalism, no, artistry.
I don’t think I’ve written it here, because I really didn’t want to make a deal about it, but it’s not that much of a deal, and I won’t tell you that much about it, in fact you’ll probably forget by the time it happens, but I have paid entry to an art exhibition. The incendiary action of having given up a considerable amount of money just to receive 2.25 square meters for a day, I will from this point spend very easily over several hundred hours and probably over seven hundred more dollars just to justify the initial investment. In the end, though, I only of course plan on judging my success or failure by my own satisfaction of meeting my goals, and do not anticipate any third parties other than biased acquaintances (God bless them) to take any notice of it.
But this is a crucible, and the next two months are going to be incredibly taxing not only because by nature they must be for this exposition, but because I am imposing a strict mental, physical, and financial diet, a near fasting, for the duration. Once several years ago, I may have felt hesitant about doing such a thing when I have such a great (elevated) responsibility at work for the same time period, but I have learned such folly is only that, and not to ever presume that there will be a comfortable time in my industrial life. So, as much as I’ll be abused by daylight from external forces, mornings, nights, and the rare weekend I’m not at the office are my domain, and this punishing of compressed beauty will be exactly that… a diamond through stress to glimmer with the unserviceable light of life, if only for a second.
May fortune favor the foolish.
