I ended up having to loose some of the original fonts I used for this. They were replaced because they didn't exist I guess in the communication lab's computers, where I was continuing my work on it. I liked the shape of my original js better. I can see that there is a lesson I am being forced to learn here: non-attachment to the particulars. I have been aware that I like to take more time even with simple never-to-be-used-again assignments. It may seem like I oughten't to care. "Just get in there, and mess around with the tools", I can hear Miles saying in my head. Is there validity for honoring my own creative/learning style? I still mess around-believe me!! I just don't have a lot to show for it, because most of my messing around lands me in no-man's territory...but I don't know how to create from no vision or inspiration in my head....and when I have an inspiration...and begin to be able to give it form on the physical: it is like a gentle hummm, or purrr, I am nourished by it, even if it IS just some random letter js...I get a satisfaction out of the particular shapes and colors I have put together...so to have the computer decide to just replace it with something of its own choosing, feels a little strange, a little rude if I might say, it is my art after all...or in this world of technology perhaps that is the whole NEW aspect I am just begining to GROCK-it all belongs to "the machine"...oh well that was my little memorial to the j I lost!
PROCESS NOT PRODUCT!!
I will add here since I have brought up the subject of attachment, the story of an exceptional sculpture teacher in Italy that a friend of mine told me about: For their entire first year, they were NEVER allowed to keep ANY of the pieces they created. When they were finished they just destroyed it/recycled it back into the original clay from which it had come. They were there to keep refining and deepening there mastery of the craft...not to be concerned with the final product...I can appreciate the concept...and yet....I remember a little doodle of an adorable little African child's face that my daughter made on a brown paper bag when she was 9 or 10 years old. I have it still. She is gifted, and has done many other drawings, since, but to this day it is still one of my favorite....
