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Drawing will always be my most important means of expression but passing into old age I am increasingly drawn to collage and poetry.

Speaking of Lily in Virginia Woolf’s  To the Lighthouse, Jonah Lehrer writes;

And then, with that brave brushstroke down the middle, Lily sees what she want to express, even if only for a moment.  She does this not by forcing us into some form, but by accepting the fragile reality of our experience.  Her art describes us as we are, as a “queer amalgamation of dream and reality, the perpetual marriage of granite and rainbow”.

                                                                                               Proust Was A Neuroscientist


Somehow making collages and writing poems feel more congenial to expressing my own
changing sense of reality.  Under the Writing Heading on this site, I’ll include a collage that either inspired or complemented a poem. Sometimes it is hard to tell which came first.  The mystery of the Unconscious, is now understood to encompass far more that Freud’s original theory about it primarily storing repressions.  I like to think that he would be thrilled to watch brain-imaging and see his ideas confirmed and elaborated on via scientific methods unavailable to him.

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The above three collages are the same one turned, each trying to find a shred of meaning in chaos. Finally I decided to leave it as it is, its meaning reflecting chaos itself.
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Like an old firehouse horse who rises to the alarm, the reference librarian in me, still enjoys recommending books to others.

Proust was a Neuroscientist by Jonah Lehrer is a clearly written introduction to modern research (2007) into brain structure.  By using the discoveries and intuitions of Whitman, Cezanne, Stravinsky, George Eliot and others creative geniuses,  he explains how our brains work.

Recent Reading;

My Life in Middlemarch by Rebecca Mead.
Strangers to Ourselves by Timothy Wilson or better yet read George Eliot's essay, Impressions of Theophrastus   
    Such; Looking Inward.  All the understanding long before her era of psychological studies.
An Admirable Woman by Arthur Cohen