Sunday, July 3, 2011

No Gangs in My Town

   There are no parks where you might get beaten up, no places you can't go.
   It is interesting how our lives are insulated and we can't really experience what another might know.
Even the constellations are upside down on the other side of the world.
   I have visited big cities, London, Paris, New York and others but I don't really have the experience of
living in a big city.  I have seen the countryside, been around cows but I have never milked one.  I don't really have any experience with a rural life.  When I see beautiful open fields of wheat I never think that it needs to be cut and baled and put in the barn.  I can see the beauty to it without getting dirty and tired, without dealing with the work of it.
   I can only see from a distance what you might see close up.
   "Empathy" is an attempt to see the world from another direction, to place me in you, to see through your eyes, an effort to experience another.  It is not the same of course.  It never leaves a scar, no bruises.
   Art is an effort to see the world in a different way. To find sense in the nonsensical.  Beauty in a junkyard.
 One of many, alone.

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3 comments:

AutumnLeaves said...

Happy 4th to you too, Jer. And your comments on buying American are spot on. And part of the reason so many are unable to find work. Your tomatoes are gorgeous! Might I ask what you do with dried tomatoes? Reconstitute them in things like spaghetti sauce? (Serious question, I hadn't seen nor heard of anything but sun dried tomatoes in oil in a jar.) That first photo of the tomatoes is so beautiful and I must say it is the first time I've ever wanted to paint a fruit/vegetable piece! I think empathy does indeed cause one to feel the pain and the joy of others. Maybe not always to the degree of the person going through the emotions, but definitely feeling them. I think that is the definition of an empath. And it struck me funny because every time I pass a farm field, a sod field, bales of hay, I always imagine the hard work and many hours put into farming. Years I ago, I had a friend whose dad owned a dairy farm. He was up and out of the house by 5 a.m. every day, after eating a huge breakfast cooked by his wife. He and his son would be out there from 5 a.m. to at least 6 p.m. every single day. And they had machines to do the milking but they still had to hook 'em up, monitor, detach, muck, feed, tend, etc. Then there was repairs to equipment, outbuildings, calves to feed and tend, and all while being heavily involved with the community. Oh I used to love visiting her family farm, such a healthy and clean life they had! So different than my own. And boy, did they work hard!

stonepost said...

Thank you Sherry! If I get a good season I will be sending you some dried tomatoes! Yes, you can reconstitute them with oil or water or wine and use in soups and salads. However I think they are way too good for that! I dry them to the consistancy of potato chips and think them best on a cracker with a small bit of cheese. It is a burst of flavor you will not believe!

AutumnLeaves said...

Oh now, that sounds yummy, Jerry! Especially with oh...blue cheese, or goat cheese, or feta cheese...mmmm...