I think,what I have learned over my many years,is to trust my initial design
and put it aside. because chances are that that is more me than any thing
else i could create with deliberate purpose. I always doodle designing with
all the forms that are in my experience, as you might with words and 
combinations of them, which is what i just don't have." Forms', I have.
I truly believe that that is where our  aesthetic best  is hiding from us.
We tend to kill our best given creations with our  studied knowledge.

I visualise three or four members of this group thinking"'what is this guy
 doing here"


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From: "[email protected]" <[email protected]>
To: [email protected]
Sent: Mon, September 5, 2011 8:02:28 AM
Subject: Re: "not the hand"

In a message dated 9/4/11 9:27:27 PM, [email protected] writes:


> in my case, Cheerskep...... my hands are just a tool controlled
> by the mind . On occasions an  aesthetic accident will happen.
> mando
>
I believe you when you say this, Mando.   But you have gifts that people
like me don't have.   I've mentioned on this forum the surprise and dismay of
M.M. Kaye who wrote large-canvas novels of   nineteenth century India and
the Raj. ( e.g. THE FAR PAVILIONS).   I'd just praised her description of a
vast cavalry charge up a hill in the battle for Jalalabad.

She said, "Oh that was so hard. I had to run that film again and again."
Startled, I asked, "Er, what's that, Moll?" She continued: "At one point I
realized I didn't know where Wally was. So I had to get them all back down to
the bottom of the hill again." She then shut her eyes and said, "Then I
charged them back up the hill, and there he was in the upper right hand
corner!"

I told her: "Moll, do you have any idea how different your head is from
mine? When I shut my eyes, I see approximately what you see when you open your
eyes in a totally dark room." She reached out and squeezed my hand in
sympathy. "No!" she nearly sobbed.

My point: Very often, people who have a gift are astonished, even
incredulous, when told by others that they lack the gift.

(Granted, I haven't tried to describe/define what I have in mind when I say
"gift". Perhaps it's serviceable enough to call it a very rare and highly
prized characteristic -- sometimes an ability, sometimes extraordinary good
looks, sometimes an extraordinary immune-system. In other words, lots of
"gifts" never arise in discussions about "art".)

Nor do I have anything approaching what some might call "artful"
hand-control. For many reasons I could never have been Horovitz, Jimi Hendrix,
Aubrey
Beardsley, Hokusai, or even a great comic-strip illustrator.

I can't insist on any of this. I assume many visual "artists" will feel I'm
talking nonsense, mere manual dexterity has nothing to do with
"artfulness". Music cognoscenti may assert that whatever "artful" that emerged
from
Heifitz, Oistrakh, Gilels, Casals et al came from their minds, not from
anything
physical below the neck. Or, at least, not from anything they'd want to
call "artful".

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