What’s on my table this week? I hope his cigarette and wispy hair survives the firing. So delicate, but porcelain is tough, the trick will be for me not to knock it off till it get glazed. Tricky stuff.
What else but a sculpture of Father Jack, the crazy, drunk, girl chasing, swearing, dirty priest living with Father Ted on Craggy island Ireland. One of my favorite all-time comedy shows. If you haven’t seen it yet- find it and watch it. It’s a catholic thing.
And yet it is an every person, life thing too. I feel comedy and comedians are the true philosophers of our times. Listen, really listen to comedians- they are the chosen few who tell the truth. They disguise truth behind jokes, but none the less it is truth. I love truth. A rare thing, this elusive truth but maybe that’s what makes us laugh at comedians. Laughter is caused by surprise. And what a surprise when someone speaks the truth instead of the myriad of lies we are fed everyday. I am studying finance right now and OPPS! there goes the last shred of my naive, trusting self. Sometimes I long for the ignorant bliss of yesterday.But education is power, this I know. But the more I know , the more disheartening it becomes. Really? There are no prince chartings, no fairy princesses, no ….gasp….Santa?
I watch, I learn, I observe and then, I create.Why? I don’t care why, it is what I do. It feels good. It feels really good. Better than anything else in the world, well except sex. That feels even better. But you can’t be saying that in public ,now can you!