Art is everywhere, if you choose to look.
Lately, as the weather becomes a slightly more pleasurable each day, I am taking the opportunity to get back out on the streets of Toronto to observe what really happens here.
Last Thursday, on the way to an appointment, I was fortunate to notice something I had never seen before.
Just about any day you’ll find Ross Ward hunched over on Yonge Street tending to his art. The ‘Birdman of Toronto’ has been a fixture on these streets in various locations for well over a decade, and during each day he crafts, and sells, palm-sized birds.
Once only a hobby — this is now more than whittling — Ward carves out shapes of common birds from reclaimed wood. There is always a piece in progress, and always a small flock for sale on his concrete workspace.
Perhaps in our day-to-day journeys, we don’t look close enough at all the people. We don’t often observe enough to see art just happening here and there on our landscape. I’ve wandered this street how many times and only last week did I notice the man. I saw him again on the weekend.
Appreciating the beauty of his work, I bought a bird as a gift for someone . . . or maybe a souvenir for myself to one day remember my time in this city.
Couldn’t we all use more memorable hand-made art?
Mondays are just young Fridays
Sometimes your daily horoscope is enough to inspire you to go a little further or dig a little deeper.
I’ve been trying these past months to solidify a project I have been working on for far too long. Unrelated consequences have held me back, in fact stopped me in my tracks, but over these past weeks (well more than a month) I made a habit of trying to get back into a habit that had served me well in the past.
We all have personal approaches to whatever we do (and what we want to do), so the how and why I began, again, to try is consequential only to myself. But I have to say that, creatively, it went well past writing every damn day.
Many days have been spent writing or rewriting and tidying up this project. I’ve also spent a lot of time with my journal and some of those thoughts have ended up on this website as my daily breath.
I’ve been working my way out of a depression.
This world is in such a catastrophic state and the continual news feed will only depress you further. It alters how you function as a human being.
I feel it.
I guess that’s one of the reasons I have valued the practice (or habit) I had been falling away from for longer than I wanted (or realized).
Writing out my thoughts, either constructively or creativity (there is a difference), provides a way to deal with my intentions. Sadly, if you let it, it can also provide an undue number of expectations.
Finding the balance on the page, or in life in general, is often difficult.
Sometimes you must look at anything you write down as an achievement, especially at a time I wasn’t feeling like I had achieved anything.
I was reminded of my predicament this morning as I sat with my coffee and laptop at Starbucks and clicked on my horoscope.
These past few months I’ve been dealing with a lot of personal shit that has seemed to hold me up from doing what I wanted or needed to do.
I’ve had expectations I’ve been trying to live up to and, in not being able to do so, I have felt a sense of failure.
I know I need to do more, and each day I’ve been trying. In doing so I haven’t allowed myself to think positively about what I have accomplished.
Many of those accomplishments are small but, when I run them all together and look at the big picture, I’ve realized I have accomplished something.
It took this morning’s horoscope to remind me that things might not be as difficult as I had thought.
10/30/2023 j.g.l.