The Culture that has been here all the time

It has been a long while since I wrote about something scientific or mathematical on my blog. The recent "Scientists finally figured out the math behind how you see color."  see Scientists finally figured out the math behind how you see color:

The amazing thing is that the enhanced "Tetrachromacy is a rare condition where individuals possess four types of cone cells in their eyes instead of the usual three, allowing them to perceive roughly 100 times more colors—up to 100 million hues—and distinguish subtle shades others cannot. Primarily affecting women, this condition allows for enhanced sensitivity, particularly in the yellow-red spectrum". Look up Tetrachromacy.

What motivates me? Others, especially close friends. Now alone for the first time in almost fifty years, I am not moved to keep my house up to snuff. Never really been sloppy inside my home or yard (attic, garage, or basement maybe), but without a companion and no visits from anyone, I don't care. Another factor, when I bought this house about four years ago, it seemed to fit. Now that I am a widower for the first time, it is unimportant and lacks space for office and hobbies. Like René Magritte, I paint in the dining room. 

Reigniting my music and art is beginning to add clutter with associated stuff. Soon, new paintings will be scattered about.

I care more about my dog and cat now, too. My cat is a fusspot. He seems to ignore the cat fountain I bought for him and keeps to the old water bowl.

Yes, I am reaching out in search of a companion, but so far, there is no reason to be optimistic. (pixabay)

Working on a new song and a new painting after an eight-year hiatus, what surprises me? Like swimming or riding a bicycle, it's all coming back to me. The creative process is intimate and personal. I have the creative impulse to work out a starting point, begin refining, and adjust the work according to my inspiration. Sometimes I apply technical steps. I can revise the structure and harmony of a song and work with the painting palette of a favorite artist.

The whole process gives me an intrinsic reward. I have a mantra: "I am neither the best nor the worst artist." This pronouncement has nothing to do with my works, only my implicit sense of accomplishment. That is what it is all about after all.

I just reawakened. I didn't survive three marriages, several jobs, and failed businesses. I gained strength, knowledge, and self-control. I removed the cloak I was willing to keep wrapped around me to honor the commitment to my late wife because I was with her until her last moment. I now see that that is a definition of one of my successes in life, and I am glad that I have made it so and become this strong. It is time to exert my power and grasp life with a new fervor.

I resumed guitar playing and singing, and even wrote two new songs. Now to work on them for publication, as I had before I willingly became a caregiver. I still collect royalties and hold a publishing license. I write, arrange, produce, and master using my abilities and skills.

I dusted off some of my artist materials and supplies (even bought a couple of things I needed). Sketched a charcoal face of my late wife, plan an oil color project of tiny wild flowers, and intend to draw and paint nudes now that I can without complication.

This past week, I overcame the loss of money because I made the mistake and let nefarious and devious people take advantage of me(thinking they were women, but they may actually have been men masquerading). 

My childhood should have warned me, as I ran away from home at 15 and became streetwise in New York City. Still finishing High School, tech school, and even most of College with honors. I even enlisted and served with honors in the US Army. I managed stores, led music groups, and supervised a technical staff at a university media center. Survived a failed heart without a transplant, and at 78, ready to start everything all over again.

I am not bragging I am voicing a commitment to rise from the ashes once more like a Phoenix. (pixabay images) (Yes I am a Leo)

I gathered and cleaned some of my art paints, tools, and equipment. I had a project on my back burner for years: Tiny lawn flowers. I want to paint tiny lawn flowers as if they were large enough to fill a canvas of about 12" x 16". I chose Alkyd since my acrylics are battered, and my Windsor & Newton Alkyds are virtually untouched. I have a complete color set, a number of brushes, and a canvas, and all I needed was Liquin, so I ordered that.

I would also like to explore figure painting, as our religious involvement in recent decades would not have approved of it. Now that I am irreligious, it doesn't matter.