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I had not yet shared this video to this site, though this talk was a little over a year ago. What an amazing experience! I am still grateful for the opportunity I had to craft an impactful story. For more on all of this, check out www.jimmytalarico.com
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 Endless specks of cold reality falling.
Accumulating on my consciousness, like a pre-powder keg explosion of semicolon whispers. Melting on the temple heat of un-paying-attention-ness. But I noticed. And then I took a nap. Woke
This morning I woke And was greeted by myself Neither of us knew How long I’d been sleeping We didn’t say much There was much to say The coffee was bitter and warm Melinda and I were talking about our current events with the coronavirus and she asked me why I thought God allowed things like this to happen. I have my ideas that I shared with her. They’re a bit long winded so I’m not going to go into any of that now. But my thoughts on it all led to me writing this poem. I figured I would share that instead. So here it is:
There is not that is. Like falling shadows of spring leaves on autumn trees. Settling fog of dense love Observing as a witness Firm foundation firmament At a distance You witness injustice In justice You are, but I AM not. And yet You smile.  I’m excited to share that I was asked to submit a talk of mine about artists and empathy for consideration for SXSW 2020! If you feel so inclined, I would appreciate your support. Speaker applications are weighted based on public votes. Please click the link below and vote! Thank you!
https://panelpicker.sxsw.com/vote/94273  Excited to have shipped our latest commissioned piece going to Boise, Idaho. Jordan and Makala, thank you so much for the privilege of creating this piece for you. We hope it becomes a legacy heirloom for your family as you continue to expand your story.
We want to stake so much of our lives or beliefs on absolute truths. But we don’t understand truth absolutely.
Think about an aspen tree. If never seen outside of summer, we would describe its leaves as green and would swear to death that was the truth of an aspen tree. But if observed any other time of year, we could describe the same leaves as a vibrant golden in autumn, or nonexistent if only seen in winter. All of these examples are truth about an aspen tree, but none of them are absolute. The truth of the aspen tree will always be limited by man’s perception of it. Funny how our perspective is the limit to our knowledge. It’s almost like we need the perspectives of others to give us a more complete understanding of truth. Like it requires relationships and empathy.  All things are influenced by some thing. The near-symmetry of nature. Consider a stalk of wheat. The seeds have a pattern and we want to rationalize that the pattern is symmetrical. This is how FL Wright would design, imposing symmetry on the near-symmetrical. But measure the seeds and we’ll most likely find that their distances apart all vary. This is due to the plants response to things that promote life or deplete life. Sun, water, nutrients, seasons... There are no closed systems and all things are influenced by some thing. Including me. And including you.
 Official poster for the show. Another show! Saturday is the opening reception for the Art Across Montana juried show in Miles City, Montana. I've never been to Miles City, but I'm looking forward to the adventure. We are making it a family trip and I'm looking forward to the 4 hour drive (yes, in Montana you can drive for 4 hours and still be in the same state, not even halfway through actually!) And in case you'd like a reminder, these are my two pieces that were selected for the show.  Hard Soil Broken.  As Freedom Laughs At Self-Control. |
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