TMM: Is It Ever Enough?

Leonardo DaVinci’s last words were:

I have offended God and Mankind by doing so little with my life.

We really are our worst critics, aren’t we? We see the worst in ourselves. We stare at a mirror and all we see staring us back are flaws an faults and mistakes and so, so much to regret.

But isn’t this what keeps us going?

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Showcase: Cindy Press

According to her website:

Cindy Press is a visual artist living and working in New York. She was born and raised in Philadelphia where she graduated with a BFA in Fashion Illustration from Moore College Of Art And Design.

“My original goal was to create paintings that are simply striking and beautiful, getting back to my roots of fashion illustration. As I started my process of reinvention I found myself drawn to images of women that are edgy and sexy. Collecting clippings from magazines and editorials as inspiration, I work in a semi-realistic manner depicting portraits and figures of females. When I begin to work I notice a peculiar shift in my thought process. I am no longer concerned about the beauty of the image but instead how it speaks to me, what does the expression or pose represent to me? My focus changes entirely as I consider a history of experiences while I paint. I think about my life, my family, and friends. The relationships, the love, the hurt, the anguish and my own personal conflicts come into play. There is so much more behind a person’s appearance. Through the cult of beauty in contemporary mass media I am investigating the psychological complexity of women.”

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TMM: The Die Has Been Cast

“In everybody’s life there’s a point of no return. And in a very few cases, a point where you can’t go forward anymore. And when we reach that point, all we can do is quietly accept the fact. That’s how we survive.”Haruki Murakami

I don’t know what artists are made of, but it isn’t happiness. Perhaps it’s fear; to be so afraid of the world that you do nothing but observe. You turn yourself into a quiet shadow. You interpret the world, you give it a new meaning every day.

But I don’t think that’s the point… of art, of life.

The point is to change the world.

And maybe it’s ironic, that the ones the world almost breaks are the ones who do everything they can to change it. Continue reading TMM: The Die Has Been Cast

Book Review: No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy

Cormac McCarthy is a genius. One of the best contemporary American writers. Of course, he’s not going to be everyone’s cup of tea. Which is that, you ask?

Well, in case you haven’t seen the brilliant movie adapted from this novel, he’s in the business of depicting life as a series of strange coincidences that have fatal consequences. I just made that one up, and I think it sounds clever. No. Really. He writes about drugs and murders and the desert. Maybe this sounds better.

Don’t know what else to say about this book. Some guy finds a briefcase filled with two million dollars worth of drug money. Everyone’s looking for him. All hell breaks loose. Stuff like that.

It is written in McCarthy’s style, which is impossible to describe or define. It’s just brilliant. The words flow effortlessly. He has moments of poetry. Fantastic dialogue. Lots of sarcasm. And quite a bit of philosophy.

No Country for Old Men is a must read.

This Is Keeping You From Being a Writer

I’ve been writing for over fourteen years. That’s half of my life. In the last seven years, I have written novels, short stories, scripts, published articles online and offline, so to speak.

I have rarely used to words ” wannabe” or “aspiring.” As a matter of fact, most of my friends know me as “the writer.” Not a writer, not just a writer, but THE writer.

This may seem like a simple thing, but it makes all the difference – if you want others to take your work seriously.

This begs the question:

What do writers do that the rest don’t?

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The Most Beautiful Lines…

“The apartment below mine had the only balcony of the house. I saw a girl standing on it, completely submerged in the pool of autumn twilight. She wasn’t doing a thing that I could see, except standing there leaning on the balcony railing, holding the universe together.”J.D. Salinger

I have always considered these words to be some of the most beautiful I have ever read. The most breathtaking description. Simple, yet so effective in the way it makes you imagine someone with almost godlike characteristics into existence.