muscles, pens, and vesemir?

23 Sep, 2024

> i think i pulled a muscle in my hand at work. its been hurting for a few days now, i assume because of the stress i've made it endure as of late. non-stop typing, writing, and drawing. all without remembering to stretch of course (silly me, i must repeat "art is mind and body, both", i have to take care of my body as well as my mind). i pulled too roughly at some plastic covering and felt the familiar and undeniable twinge of a muscle stretched too tight.

> sometimes i forget that my art is not just in my mind, it is a product of my body as well. just in the way my mind (brain) is a part of my body. mind and brain inform the body, body informs the brain and mind. my life experiences well up inside my mind and inform my body how to act. my body is an artists tool; should it change, i imagine, so too would my art. i tend to explore different ideas in different mediums, my body is just another medium.

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> my family and i attended the renaissance festival this year :D

> i met vesemir look how cool! :O!

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> it was a glint in the sunlight that drew me into the smallest shop we'd been in thus far, a cosy pen-makers tent. i had never seen so many beautiful writing utensils in one place! i wasn't looking for anything in particular, i knew i had always wanted a hand-crafted pen but did not expect to find the dream specimen here at the festival in my hometown, and at such a pivotal moment in my life.

> the pen-maker was kind and had a jolly look in his eyes, a sparkle that could not be dimished by the setting sun and the darkening tent as we huddled together and he took out a pen for me to write with. it was scratchier than mine and had a hardness i didn't know i was missing. the weight was not unlike my own and the shape allowed room enough for my grip to sit comfortably low (just how i like it). i had not yet been convinced however and began to skim the back row of pens before leaving, it was then that i saw the beauty i wound up taking home with me. > the wonderful pen-maker described to me how he harvested thistle bushes and attempted to inlay them. he said that even the slightest mistep with his chisel would cause the bulbs to explode and exhaust his latest attempt. out of the ten, only three survived. the way in which he spoke about his passion was so exhilirating, the manner in which the pen was crafted, it all poured over me and i could not resist having it. > the artist: Dave and Sol Goschey
> contact: pens_and_things@yahoo.com






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