This is Not a Blog Post

If I had immediate access to all the stored media, video and music from the deepest reserve vaults of the most influential and talented artists worldwide, PLUS manuscripts, musings, outlines, screenplays by the masters of the trade, what would I do with them? I mean its not like art were the ‘goal’ is simply to professionally frame, hang on a well-lit wall and ogle, preferable while sipping expensive pinot nior, while decoding the ‘message’. Not at all like that.

We are talking about the creative process, about making something out of (relative) nothing. Or something else, another treatment, a variation on a theme taken from something that is once removed, a single step, from the sterile void of nothingness. The evolution of a treatment. From Magritte’s pipe to Warhol’s soup can. Or, for the purpose of our creative consideration, this morning’s existential calisthenics, exercises to merge bodily awareness with the primal energies of abstract thought. We’ll do one set of ten. 

Given that we all recognize the need to move through time and space, and assuming that most of you desire to improve one or more of the techniques associated with graceful and sustainable ambulation, especially when that motion is required as part of the celebration we call racing, dancing or adventure travel, what could we artistically concoct today as a possible augmentation to the current understanding of methods, manners and motions that define ‘our practice of preparation?’

A quick look at the terminology associated with these broad strokes indicates we are still drawing in black and white. Remember when more was more? Remember when training smart replaced training hard. Remember no pain no gain? Remember when we put forth on these very pages that the most important tool one can use to better one’s performance has nothing to do with muscle and everything to do with the gray matter between your ears? 

So today I offer you a blank canvas, a pallet of oils, two horse-hair brushes and a well-worn smock. You get to be the artist you have always wanted to be. The assignment is to paint today’s masterpiece. Of you. A self-portrait capo lavoro. The best you that you can imagine - and then paint. Here's a clue: Be colorful and look for beauty. 

Mashing video and sound, images with vibrations, the colors of movement, along with some, perhaps outlandish, but usually autobiographical or motivational, narrative is my daily grind. It is the espresso of my soul. The fact that I fail on most days is a motivation to persist. Just keep paining. 

If I had available to me today the collective media of civilization’s evolution how would I use it? 

I would, will, do exactly the same thing I do every day. But different. With attitude and deep embodiment. And more respect. With more joy. And more flow. 

You?