Alchymi 2010

I actually painted – and am now sharing an image of – an actual painting over the past few days. Wha-WHAT??

Yep. Still here. Still creating. Still transforming.

I call it “Alchymi 2010″, and I think it’s my favorite painting of anything I’ve done. And yes, The Maker and the Sage are currently resting in the top corners.

I am, as Leah will tell you, on a bit of an alchemy kick these days. I think alchemy as a metaphorical concept rocks the rafters. You probably haven’t heard me use the word for the last time.

The Cartographer’s Elixir

I perceive the world through a lens of imagination; story, myth, metaphor, narrative thematics… etc. Those of you who’ve known me for awhile are aware of this. You’ve put up with hundreds of podcasts and blog posts where I harped on about ‘mythic structure’, heroes journeys, Campbell, Jung, narrative roleplaying and all that stuff. It’s how I’m wired. It’s the primary way I make sense of things and find meaning and joy.

So, for the past few years, I’ve been paying attention to how my boys have been developing in terms of imagination and metaphorical thinking. Liam the WildLion has been a natural from the get-go. He makes up stories on the fly, understands the meanings behind many expressions and even seems to intuitively see into the thematics behind various stories, albeit through a 5-year old’s brain.

But Conor … to be honest I’ve worried about Conor. His way of ordering his world is meticulous, detailed, and very very literal. We call him the Cartographer for a reason. He loves to read and draw maps. He remembers roads, highway numbers and exit numbers, and directions to locations (even ones he’s never actually been to) as well as any GPS. He loves to read but usually when he talks about the things he reads, he describes the details and facts of the story rather than the themes and meanings. I’m not suggesting there’s anything wrong with this – far from it – but since it tends to differ from my way of seeing things I’ve worried that it might end up being a barrier of communication between us. I’ve worried that it’ll end up with us constantly talking past one another like a stereotypical scientist trying to discuss reality and existence with a religious mystic, or like a fundamentalist-literalist Christian throwing down with a postmodern theophile over whether Noah actually built an ark and whether or not it matters.

But last night as I went in to say goodnight to Conor, something happened.

He’d just been reading a book called “The Scrambled States of America”, which is a story where the states are personified as characters, some of whom get tired of being in one spot all the time and decide to have a party where all the states can mingle and get to know one another – after which they decide to switch places in order to have some new experiences. In the end though, they all go back to their original locations, but now with a renewed sense of appreciation, having had a bunch of new experiences and making new friends.

In spite of the clever way the book is written, though, it’s main idea seems to be to teach kids facts and details about U.S. geography. I figured that’s what attracted Conor to it in the first place.

But when I went in to say goodnight, Conor – with a wide grin – shut the book and set it on his bedside table, then looked up at me with a light in his eyes. And he said,

“Dad, I really liked that book.  The states all switched places but then ended up back where they started, but they were happier than when they started because they made friends with the other states and traded stuff and learned about each other.”

Mythic Journey 101, through the lens of an 8-year old. He gets it. And he can express it. Conor has the elixir and he shared it with me.

I think my eyes misted over.

What was I worried about?

Cleaning Up the Monkeyhouse

Here’s a short post to warn the three of you who subscribe to the Harping Monkey blog feed that I’m about to upgrade to WordPress 3.0 and while I’m at it I’m planning to reorganize categories and archives & do some streamlining and housecleaning, etc.

In the past, this has caused some of the old posts to come across the feed as though they were new posts. Please don’t be alarmed or annoyed. If it happens, delete ‘em … or if you’re feeling nostalgic, read them again. I probably will re-read many of them myself in order to help me figure out how to organize ‘em. Grouse at me on Facebook if you’re of a mind.

io9: In Praise of Seat-of-the-Pants Storytelling

I’ve been overwhelmed a lot lately, with my hands in too many cookie-jars and my brain trying to go in too many directions at once. I made a commitment to myself several weeks ago to start writing regularly (especially here on Harping Monkey), and it hasn’t happened yet, mostly because I feel this odd, silly need to prove my own personal String Theory and lay it all out in perfect order before I can justify sharing it. I know better than that – and it actually goes against what I actually believe about life, faith, and creativity in general.

Read the full post.

Killing the Buddha: Hrafspa

I invite you to a 21st-century funeral for a 12th-Century bard:

Hrafspa < Killing the Buddha.

It’s long. But if you’ve got half the mythic-geek in you that I do, I bet it’ll leave you shaken AND stirred. Because no matter what else dies, they can’t kill our Inner Poet – not if we don’t let them.

I never knew this guy. Never heard of him until today. But I know him now.

Somebody please make sure that when my time comes, I get a sendoff that honors the real me, like this guy gets here.

How NOT to Write an AP Post: Canon Puncture

How NOT to Write an AP Post : Canon Puncture.

It’s about time I got back on the HMS Canon Puncture, ain’t it?

Conformity Sucks

Louisville Seminary is putting on an art fair/show on Friday, May 7th, and anyone even remotely connected to the community has been invited to submit artwork of any kind to display during the fair. I’m way too busy for my own good, but I couldn’t resist taking some time to make something for the fair.

Leah suggested that I submit a painting that I did almost 20 years ago, which was a weird green and purple multi-canvas abstract concoction that she dubbed my “Duran Duran” painting when she first saw it. Or, as an alternative, she said I ought to finish one of my in-progress paper mache masks and submit that.

Leah has good ideas. And I couldn’t choose between her two suggestions. So I decided to combine them both into one new creation that utilizes my 20-year old painting AND the mask I tried to make a few months ago that got destroyed when I tried to pry it off of its armature.

I think I’m trying to make some sort of statement. But I’m not entirely sure what, to be honest. I find this creepy, violent, somewhat confusing, and disturbingly honest. I call it “Be Not Conformed”, and I’m submitting it to the LPTS Art Fair. I figured I’d also share a photo of it here, for those of you who won’t be able to make it to Louisville this weekend.

Be Not Conformed

acrylic & paper mache. Mick Bradley 1991 & 2010

Random Quote

“Creativity is hard. Sure, the bursts of insight tingle. And the glee at expressing the truth that you didn’t even know you knew until you actually expressed it… bliss. Nothing beats dancing with the muse when things are just buzzing and skipping and flowing and jiving. But those delicious, zinging bursts are the reward for the much less exciting business of tinkering and toiling with your craft.”
 Briana Aldritch, Blisscovery