Down to the Last Five

Boards Studio

It’s been several years since I started the first of these boards. So far, I have 32 but six of them don’t fit the format of the rest. So I have five more to go, with my target being 30. It’s been an addictive pleasure to work on them, but it’s also been physically and emotionally demanding.

They almost always have traces of chemicals or sap that ink just bounces off. These areas have to be rubbed down without ruining the grain and pattern of the wood. I tried various materials, but the only thing that works is facial tissue. It takes forever, and I could use up to a whole box of Kleenex on one board, but it seems to smooth the board down while removing any kind of moisture from chemicals or sap.

Boards Studio-2

I do this in the washroom where I have four lights up high and I can see any trace of spots that need to be done. Some people might ask, “So…you spend your evenings rubbing your wood?” To which I reply, “And boy, is it tough on the wrists and back.” And that’s before I even start to put ink to the wood.

Sometimes I start as soon as I get home from work and don’t come out of it until around 10 or 11 when I hear my stomach grumbling because I haven’t had supper. I’ve started eating larger lunches, but I’ve still lost over 20 pounds from lack of everything that I can’t coat with ink and wine.

Sometimes I’m quietly impressed by the way the wood grain suddenly bubbles to the surface when I stain the boards with red wine, but this weekend at the studio I was amazed at the grains and patterns that emerged when I put the urethane coating on them.

Boards Studio 2

Next step is to paint the edges black and then they’ll be ready for their photo session. I was thinking about taking them around the city and doing portraits of them sitting on park benches, in chairs at coffee shops, on the beach, in the passenger seat of my Soul. I’d like to put together a free photo book in Spark along with info on where they can be purchased (probably Saatchi).

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Just five more and I can get back whatever life I had before this project began. Let me see now…oh right…watch an entire movie from start till finish instead of in 15 minute segments. And maybe a glass of wine will be left over from the boards.

 

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When Gravity Catches Us: Thoughts on Thinking

Plastic

We live in two worlds; one’s outside, one’s inside.

The outside world is the world of earth, air, water and fire. It makes its own rules and we obey them. Walk off the edge of a cliff and this world gives you gravity. Build wax wings and fly toward the sun and it will suffocate you before you reach 30,000 feet. These are the rules of the world that existed long before we arrived. We’re the eggs; outside is the chicken. 

The inside world is in our heads and under our skin. It’s where we think and where we feel. It’s us…the eggs…and we also make our own rules but the outside world doesn’t necessarily follow them. We have to adapt our rules to conform to the rules of that other world. Walking off a cliff? Wear a parachute. Flying into the sun? Surround yourself with a space ship. 

This hierarchy of rules has worked well for about a million years, or since whatever date you deem human thinking to have begun back at the beginnings of the bicameral mind or maybe when we learned how to build a campfire without becoming the logs. If we come to a river where we think there should be a path, we build a bridge. If we need water for power, we build a dam.

This is not changing the rules; this is modifying them, and that’s OK: beavers build dams. 

The problems start when we ignore the rules or deliberately disregard them, like when we build thirty dams on the same river. Or when we remove masses of material from the earth and transform them into materials that never have and never should exist and then we coat the earth with them, like buttering the planet with poison. 

And you might ask: Why the hell would we do that? And I might answer: Because we convince ourselves that we’re not doing it…even while we’re doing it. For example, you buy the health wise, low calorie pasta bowl that cooks in just four and a half minutes in the microwave. When you finish the meal, you have a sense of doing something right, giving your body healthy sustenance. And you throw all that plastic packaging and the plastic bowl into the plastic garbage bag without thinking that what you’re doing is being simultaneously done by millions of other people. 

All that plastic.

When it comes to satisfying our needs and wants, we look at the good and ignore the bad. It’s called rationalizing and rationalizing is one of the highest levels of intellectual activity and very likely the key ingredient in the extinction of the human race. 

Some people talk about how logical the rational mind is, but there’s nothing innately logical about it. Logic says, “I’ll buy the smaller more fuel efficient car and be part of the solution.” Rational says: “I’ll buy the gas guzzling SUV because everybody else is buying the smaller cars, so it doesn’t really matter what I buy.”

It’s adaptive thinking. At which point you say, “Adaptation is good. It’s a survival mechanism that allows us evolve as the conditions around us change.” But there’s a big difference between adaptive thinking and adaptive evolution. 

Adaptive thinking wraps itself around the needs of the moment and justifies itself by meeting the needs of the moment, but we’re not going to physically adapt to a world with un-breathable air. We can live underground or in controlled climate housing or maybe even under the ocean, but we’re not going to walk in a park, canoe down a river or harvest a crop without some form of portable life support system, at least (depending on future technologies) not for several hundred or several thousand years. 

If we’re still around that long. 

Back to that thing called rationalizing. 

It creates a situation in which we create another world (the one we think we live in) and the real world (the one we live in). The problem here is that we’re so good at rationalizing that the world we think we live in becomes the world we live in. We convince ourselves that tossing that plastic water bottle into the garbage isn’t going to be harmful to the outside world because it isn’t harmful in our internal world. It’s just one bottle. Who’s going to notice? Sure as hell not the tens of millions of other humans throwing out plastic bottles every day.

Tens of millions. Every day.

That’s a lot of bottles. But we don’t see them. We see just our one bottle. We know the others are out there but we choose not to see them. It’s a conscious choice. 

This is scary. We need to come out of the cocoons of our inside worlds and live more in the outside world before gravity catches us without a parachute.

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