Lessons of Local Color


“Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.” ― Oscar Wilde

The world of art knows no bounds. In all reality, everything is artistic; all of life is an expression of the creative force that binds us together. It is through the many mediums of art that we find the soul of the world expressed in numerous forms.

We find this expression in visual art, in those paintings, sculptures and images that draw out emotion and thought. We find it as we dance, as our bodies vibrate in movement with drums and music. We find it in writing, reading the words of a fine poet, or immersing ourselves in the world of fiction and imagination. Often for me, I find it on the stage, or on the screen through the characters that actors portray, in stories that speak to the heart and burn my eyes with tears.

Recently I watched a movie titled “Local Color.” This was listed as an indie film and produced over a decade ago. I hadn’t heard of it until recently. And, in my opinion, all artists should check it out.

The story is simple. It is about finding yourself and following your heart at all costs, no matter what people say, no matter what obstacles you face and no matter how much self-doubt, pain, guilt or anguish that you might carry.

It is the story of movement and change. Understanding how the world can break you, but make you. It illustrates the passion to create beautiful things even in these dark moments, and in those made of light.

It is the story of understanding life.

In artistic terms, local color refers to “the natural color of a thing in ordinary daylight, uninfluenced by the proximity of other colors.”

This definition can easily be attributed to a person. i.e., Standing as a singularity, perfect in our own light, uninfluenced by the proximity of other things.

Be local in your own color. Be yourself, and always be free.



The Art of Line


The line that describes the beautiful is elliptical. It has simplicity and constant change. It cannot be described by a compass, and it changes direction at every one of its points. ~ Rudolf Arnheim

We are all welcome here, within the art of line.

The line is full of motion. What seems plainly straight is more full of movement than one can see. Line carries with it inertia, the line is artful inertia. It moves and leads the eye, the heart and the rhythm of life around it.

One line can form two, and two can form several. Three lines can intersect, forming sacred geometry. All lines have this form, though they are not simply linear. The move both forward and backward, through time and across the mind. The line becomes what one sees and lives in memory.

This line is infinite; never starting and never stopping. It moves beyond the footprint of origin, beneath the tide of moon driven waves. It pervades all things and coalesces with dark and light.

What is the line? What is this art of line that has lived before time began?

This is the finger, the brush, the words, the thoughts and the dreams of all creation. It begins without beginning and ends without end.

The line is the spiritual vein of art. In life, it redeems the wicked, saving the souls of the wretched with each pulse, with each ripple of time in each glimmer of the eye. It calls to the to the painter and to the watcher. It drives us mad with each stroke and lifts our hearts without pause. The line is life.

Where is your line? Where is your art of line?

The line is born as we are born, though it has existed before we first ever spoke to the world. This unbroken, unfettered, unfiltered divine laser lives as we live, stepping where we step, extending outward along our path. We find it behind us and in front of us. It lives where we walk.

We cannot escape the line.

We must all walk this art of line. We should all dare to follow its way. Our intrepid souls follow the line in hopes that we too follow with full hearts, with bright dreams and desires of truth. The line marks our way, and draws out our deepest desire.

The art of line must be learned and lived. It must be caught and released. It must be embraced and kissed. It must always be, only to become.

What will the line become?

It already is. It always has been.



“You are time, and time cannot be created or destroyed. Time just changes form.”
Khalid Masood

What is form? Is it something that can be measured by something else? Where does it come from?

This is the paradox. Because at its very essence, even form has no form. It is all but formless, though it remains. This is art, this is the art of form.

In Taoist thought, the Tao is said to have form but to also be formless. It is all things, pervading and permeating everything. This is art, this is art on all levels. It is writing, it is dance, it is painting and it is anything which takes the creative energy out of the soul and places it onto the stage of the world.

Some people have a specific form of style. Style indicates thought. Style indicates a plan, a comfort or showcase of skill. Form should never be confused with style, though without form, style cannot be. The goal of all art is to have form, to have style, to illicit emotion, inspire thought and to be seen. It is through the formless form that we deliver this to the world.

As Bruce Lee once said. Water is formless. It takes the shape of whatever vessel it’s placed in. If placed in a cup, water becomes the cup. This is the formless form. It is the goal of all art.

To become.