Stuffs abit up in the air at the moment and I’m off into town to drop off some furniture to my fence. I say that ’cause I went to an opening there tuesday night, and though a harmless lot, the buyers of art can be a pretentious lot and I don’t feel unlike a stealer of goods when I make stuff and have it sold on my behalf to this lot. I do like making things but as I’ve most probably said before it irks my conscience that the only ones willing to buy it are rich folks and people don’t often get rich because they have a social conscience… they took it from someone somewhere along the line who might have been better off with the money in their own pocket.
Anyways, thats the price I pay to indulge myself, and it hasn’t been paying well of late so several projects need cashola to get off the back burner and onto the fire.
One is taking the electronics out of the celjo, an early instrument with two cello strings and a drum head to vibrate them into audio, which feature a piezo and an electret mic with preamps and a mixer and putting that onto the philstick, with a few mods, so that one can be heard above the noise floor.
Yesterday I etched up four PCB’s that have been floating about for a while and they all need the bits to make them work which isn’t much but at the moment it’s alot more than I’ve got.
Bunch of traffic tickets have reared their ugly heads of late, as well, and I’m on the edge there too. My mate Steve, with 6 kids to support and of a bent towards rightiousness ( in the right way), would call what I’m going through as a test of spirit and that the only thing to do is stick to ones guns.
So I’m off into town just about now and it’s my job as a person with merit, as we all are, to stand up and be rcognised while on the other hand be willing to let providence do it’s work on the unwilling and far too greedy.
Sometimes the work is done, not for my own personnal profit, but to go out there as energy to involve those who need to learn something. Knowing the difference doesn’t even come into it… one can’t know where the line is, one simply needs to walk the tightrope and hope a balance can be found. To top it all off I have a cold but the worst is past and maybe it’s a reminder that I’ve been backsliding a little.
Above and beyond all this mire is that if I can push through with aplomb and dignify the proceedings without lowering myself into the realities most find endearing to existence, pragmatism, then I think I’ll be tooled up with some very nice weapons to dispel the mediocrity of the commonplace! Tally Ho!