The Artist in Me

Some years ago, while walking through the mall I spotted a young woman with a t-shirt that touted "Connections but NO Talent". Of course my brain immediately reversed it to fit my own jaded description of my plight to "Talent but NO Connections". I went to Art school.

Seems today every Tom. Dick and EmmyLou is a creative entrepreneur. But I often ponder, what exactly is the difference between true creative art and a gimmick disguised as art. What are the fine variables that define the artist from the entrepreneur? The art that emotes from the art that revolts? How does an artist find success if he or she is not motivated by money? Is the artist who is motivated by it any less creative? How do connections play in?

There are theories and definitions that have been written through the ages about this so I won't go on and on.

I just needed to get this off my chest.

Dinner with a Friend

Last night I had dinner with a girlfriend, a new girlfriend. We talked about men, family, high school, hair, men, movie stars, likes, dislikes, fashion, men, feelings, our pets, books, music, and Men.

We are our Fathers daughters.

Some of us grew up with Fathers who were there, supportive, loving and generous with their time. Many grew up with fathers who were absent, lost within their own shortcomings, trying to reclaim their lost youth or simply exhausted each night trying to make ends meet. Whomever we have become, due to our childhoods, however we think we feel now. However independent we are, as much as we love our freedom. We are all products of our childhoods, needing what we have always needed, forever searching.

Last night I had dinner with a girlfriend, a new girlfriend. We talked about men.