What Racism Taught Me About Modern Art

Alexis Esquivel, The Smile (2009) o/c

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Last year I embarked on a self-taught crash course to appreciate as much of modern art as I can. So I picked up the book “The 20th Century Art Book” and began pinning samples of the five hundred highlighted artists. Suspending judgement on creative expression is very important to me as the lead of a company dedicated to stimulate success through creativity. Admittedly, it was sometimes harder to get some pieces than others.

This morning I was reading an article online that brought home the intensity of anger some feel in regard to race. The accusations were flying. Disparaging slurs flung about with uncaring collateral damage. Condemnations anchored the venom of racist comments to the past with generational recollection of wrongs. The resolve of the exchange was summed with “let the next generations resolve this continuing story.” Really? Pass on the hate to another generation? Why?

With my modern art exploration epic fresh in my mind, I suddenly realized why so much modern art is edgy. When I get the reality of racism shoved in my face, I feel powerless. There is a big empty spot inside my gut. I was fortunate enough to not haven grown up or allowed race, ethnicity, or national origin dictate how to treat other people. Mom would always say “to each his own.”

I felt I needed to draw something. Sculpt something. Say something. Do something that expresses that empty feeling. I envisioned a slab of black stone with holes in it, seeming to float on a surface of dark red paint. Finger prints in the read paint strategically placed near the holes. That vision expresses what I feel about racism and what it does to people. I don’t have to have been abused by racist behaviors to appreciate the hurt or historical injury of a person. Racism is always personal. Another person’s experience of racism is not yours.

No Racism – Marc Lanclus

The connection between learning to appreciate a wide range of modern art and observing the anger in racism helped me get it. If I can learn to appreciate the most extreme of artistic expressions, then perhaps I can approach life conflicts with greater latitude.

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Searching For My Favorite Colour

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When I was a kid, I remember being asked the question (usually by girls) “what is your favorite color?” I think in part it was a simple way of making conversation.  As I recall, I never knew what to say. Go along with the group think and pick a color. “Okay, blue. Yes, blue is my favorite color.”

Those same girls came up with this sure fire test to prove or disprove that my favorite color was in fact yellow. From the sun soaked summer grass they would pluck a yellow flower—usually a dandelion—from the earth and thrust it under my throat. “If it shines yellow on your throat, that means you like yellow.”  I forget sometimes how simple life was as a child. It was marvelous. Little-Girl-Meadow-Dandelions

I still don’t have a favorite color. I wake up in the morning to the varietal colors of the sunrise. During the day my eyes are attracted to innumerable variations of colors. The day will close with a sunset that may be a most brilliant red that lasts only minutes and disappears. That particular shade of red may never again appear in my eyes. As night closes, the stars and moon provide a palette of indigo framed neon blues.

Playing with Photoshop today, I wanted to come up with a representation of a day of color, I combined a sunrise, buttercup on a green field, a tropical sunset, and a night shot of the milky way. Then I used a radial blur and twist distort to create the image above. All the colors that were represented by symbols of cloud, sky, stars, flowers, ocean melded into my answer to the little girl’s curiosity:

What is my favorite color? All of them

 

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Small Talk and Social Media

My Name is Tag copyAs outgoing as I can be, navigating a room full of people I’ve not met can sometimes be an intimidating  experience.  Ignoring any inner chants of can’t, I nevertheless stride in with confidence knowing that within my repertoire of life I’ll find some contact point from which to engage in conversation. Common ground. From there, any person with whom I can engage for more than 30 seconds will do the dance of small talk.

The ritual of small talk has its unspoken rules. At the top of the list include the avoidance of sex, politics, and religion.  Boring! Why is it that the best topics are left for private consumption?  With all the great topics tabled for more discreet drawing room conversation, what’s left? The weather, work, children-grandchildren-pets, and the rising costs of living.  Careful in broaching the borders of these subjects as each one can easily be connected to some comment a politician (past, present, or imagined) said, did, or was reported in the news.

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I don’t typically expect to engage in small talk regarding the butterfly effect of iatrogenic intervention on nation states, whether live dogs are used for bait by fisherman in some remote islands off the Philippines, or if I am interested in learning about a new and exciting concept that enables me to have more control of my time and work from home. Can’t we get through the honeymoon phase before your real-self starts to emerge?

The mystique of the woo in social media is long gone. Our opinions are laid bare for the world to see, governments to censor, and to linger in cyberspace with comet-like trails of digital remembrance. Long after our opinions have matured, maybe, the residue of our impetuous and sometimes misinformed chatter will infect the memory and moment we considered ourself savvy.  What we post online is essentially, like it or not, a proposition of how we want others to see us. Whether that image is true or false is inconsequential to our online presence.

The beauty of face-to-face meetings, despite the sometimes awkward ritual of small talk, is that you are truly laid bare.  Your presence is exposed without all the bravado of being a world crusader for righting wrongs or the consummate expert in the flavor of the day. Finding that ground that levels commonality is a rewarding social exercise that produces friends, collaborators in real time, and the richness of witnessing being part of another person’s life story.

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An Unstoppable Nature

Who? Me?

A friend recently sent me a gloomy article entitled “The End of Britain” projecting the most dire economic and social forecast for my newly adopted home.  Truthfully, I didn’t read it all but skimmed major chunks of the 29-page report. While I can’t disagree with many of the findings, I can disagree with the overall conclusions. I have yet to read an article of that nature that doesn’t have some blame tossed in. “This group did this, this group did that.” Finger pointing is as old as Adam and nets the same results—nothing.

What you are going to do about a situation is the most important question. Blaming somebody or something for your woes is not going to accomplish anything except alienation, frustration, and a medicine chest full of chemical solutions. As much as I bristle at using absolutes, I often say the following with 100% confidence—regardless of the issue, there is always a way to arrive at a positive and personally rewarding conclusion.

Excluding criminal or morally unacceptable activity, when you make a decision that leads to positive results you reinforce and perpetuate positive results. Call it karma, the Law of Reciprocation, or sowing and reaping if you invest in a positive solution to a challenge you will eventually receive back a positive return on your investment .

I concede that there are countless examples where personal experiences don’t support this proposition. Every reader can probably produce a hefty list of all the wrongs, unfair treatments, missed opportunities, and conditions that kept him or her from that “break” they needed. To this I direct the reader back to the first paragraph, ‘Finger pointing is as old as Adam and nets the same results—nothing.’

If you are trapped in the gravitational pull of self-pity or perpetual whining  here are some practical suggestions for breaking out:

  • See things differently. Look at as many angles as you can until you actually understand something from a position other than your own.
  • Tell you story. Craft a brief story of yourself or your situation that is void of blame. You can include drama, but it must not be an excuse for your inaction.
  • Connect the context. One of the reasons you may be in your mental state is due to your inability or unwillingness to contextualize all the bits. Quit filling in the blanks and let the bits speak for themselves.
  • Feel for others. Unless you suffer from something like autism, Asperger’s, or some other social challenge there is no reason why you can’t ask the simple question “what might that person be feeling from this situation?” Oddly enough, those folks that suffer from those conditions work really hard at trying to appreciate others. Surely you can try.
  • Enjoy the small things.  Life is full of rich wonders. Even under the most austere and difficult conditions there is something to note as remarkable. Laugh, play, enjoy.

Begin the discovery of your unstoppable nature. That nature that creates solutions, evokes the human spirit, and perseveres.  Not the nature you adopted through circumstance, but who you really are. If you don’t know that person, perhaps you should start looking.

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Globedlynook: Finding Your Place

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Sparsely scattered among news reports are stories of people helping people. We hope for expressions of kindness, goodness, truth, honesty, social conscience, and the other honorable qualities that we know exist in the hearts of our global neighbors. Admittedly, if fed a steady diet of news those qualities are often hard to find. The sensational and shocking catch the eye and titillate our curiosity faster than a moral compass can utter a warning of “wrong direction.”

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I’ll call that condition globedlynook. There are so many people, causes, and demands on our daily living that it is often  difficult to find a niche where we can make a difference.  If you Tweet, you share the data streams with approximately 340 million other tweets. Facebook? You are among the vast throng of over half billion people who swap a modest 30 billion pieces of information every month.  The use of social media is the definitive example of social globalism.

The symptoms of globedlynook take on a variety of expressions. Two of the most prevalent symptoms are audience fatigue and a sense of exaggerated importance.

  • Audience fatigue is when a person is numbed by the constant barrage of information. Imagine how you would feel sitting through all the extended versions of the Lord of the Rings series back to back. At the end you can barely move. (I’ve done it BTW as I love LOTR). Now multiply that times the hours spent online. Soon the calls for action melt one after another. It is so easy to click delete for anything that doesn’t catch your attention.
  • Sense of exaggerated importance is when we feel compelled to channel nearly every chunk of data that passes through our inbox, wall, or other cyber boards. The thought that we don’t pass on the story of the moment makes us feel like we have broken a chain letter and are therefore some bad person. In fact, if we don’t share, like, or forward the information then the world in which we live is liable to fall into chaos.

There is a cure for globedlynook. Reclusives, technotrites, and others trapped in the niche restrictive bounds of globedlynook may find the solution something of a challenge. The solution? Get out and meet people. Any critical motion for change is not the transference of information, but the actions of engaged individuals.

I set up Paroxumos to find people interested in making a change in their life, the communities where they live, and the world at large. If I were to depend solely on a blog, Facebook page, or a hundred tweets a month to make a difference I’d be waiting a long time for that to come true. What I do hope to find on my social networks are people who share a similar passion and are then willing do something with it. From my little nook on the web and in this global landscape, I am a single voice. With others…I am part of a force for change.

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Stuffing the Social Media Telephone Box

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Have you ever clicked on an AddThis share button? I decided to explore my opportunities for sharing a gem I recently found and tapped that orange framed plus icon. What unfolded at the click of a button was a list of about 300 or more icons for social media sites of every description. From that list, I figure I am loosely connected to about .03% of the known social media universe.

Among the list were a number of applications in beta test stage. The hunt for big money drives software designers to seek the golden code that will coax the next generation to follow their newest social media fad. The parade of new sites is endless. Now it may be cool to design and deliver a new groovy telephone booth and try to stuff it with millions of disaffected members, but what do we get from it?

In a nutshell? First, we get the privilege of posting our thoughts, images, videos, or whatever we want on the Internet. Secondarily, we are blessed by a sense of legacy that our posts leave some kind of mark on an increasingly saturated media-centric world.  Lurking in the recesses of our mind, we know that we are just numbers in a numbers world.

Still determined to build an Internet presence, I could throw up my hands, surrender, and cry out “Who wants to be my SEO savior?” A mad stampede of my inbox will ensue with promises of getting my pages positioned higher on Google searches and industry related sites. I suppose if I wanted to stuff my metaphoric telephone box with hits (aka digital signatures of real world people), I might take that route. Playing the numbers game is, however, not my goal.

Being an eternal optimist, I don’t like the feeling that I am just a number. I don’t think anybody does. Renowned skeptic Richard Wiseman hits hard on uniqueness.  ”We fool ourselves into believing that we are unique, possess above average abilities and skills, and are likely to experience more than our fair share of good fortune in the future (Paranormality).” Yikes!

Lost in the masses of the Internet, I suppose Wiseman has a good point. Beyond the What makes a person unique is the impact we make on people when we meet. Nothing takes the place of building relationships the “old fashioned” way. Shaking hands. Chatting over a cup of coffee. Looking the person you are speaking with in the eye.  I want to visit artists in their studio,  watch children create, or help adults find solutions with creativity.  Use the Internet for what you get from it, but recognize the limitations…

…or keep buying those lottery tickets.

 

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Jetsam of a New Year Resolution

Day 7 of a new year.  Annual goal setters have either passed the mark of no return or are on the path to giving up on their efforts for resolved living.  The dedication to change ebbing away with each passing day. So many good intentions scattered about like jetsam on the beaches of our preferred choices.

Businesses, however, can’t afford to operate on the whims of an annual resolution pity-party. To make significant and meaningful change, a business leader weighs the cost-to-benefit well in advance of change. Some modifications to course must be implemented from  time to time to keep goals in sight and achievable. Major course changes demand more than whimsy.

Changes such as moving a company culture toward that of a more innovative and creative climate doesn’t happen overnight. Intentional change requires thought, planning, compromise, and a degree of risk. To remain competitive, businesses must lead in innovation and creativity. Whether that dynamic duo is expressed on the production line, management, or marketing the product is forward thinking.

Instead of knee-jerking to economic conditions, begin asking those questions that stimulate and enhance a culture of innovation and creativity. What questions are you asking?

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Vive la liberté

What should have taken a month or two rolled on for nearly nine months. Early on, in what seemed at times incarceration, I found myself able to drum up the motivation to write. The last blog I posted is dated 25 July 2012. With a call for bravado in the face of challenges, I likened entrepreneurialism to a roller coaster ride. Sometimes ups. Sometimes downs. But always rewarding for the persevering.

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Without question 2012 was perhaps the toughest year I’ve had to endure. I moved to the United Kingdom to marry the love of my life so we could enjoy each other, travel, and build a life rich with experiences. Caught in a perfect storm of bureaucratic transitions and several waves of unrelated external conditions, my application for a residence permit laid in a box in Sheffield for eight and a half months.

Disheartened and buffeted in my mind by scores of challenges, writing slowly eroded away under the beating waves of time. The seeds of creativity seemed to wither inside. How do you encourage somebody to be creative when you are yourself enduring the pains of desiccation? I suppose if you have a massive following you really can’t afford to “take time off” for retreat.

Since that is not my case, I took time to reflect. What is important? Are my goals achievable? Do I have the support and will to see it through? My contemplation always led me back to one unmovable truth: if all else is taken from me I still have my freedom of thought. No matter what, that is mine regardless of any external forces or internal wrestling.

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When my residence permit arrived this morning, I felt a sense of accomplishment I’ve not felt in a very long time. I persevered. I endured. I triumphed over despair and hard times to come out on top. With this card in my hand, I’ve essentially been given a passport to success.

Wherever I want to go.

Whatever I want to do.

The results are mine to create.

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Riding a Roller Coaster Startup

Southend-on-Sea is bustling with summertime activity this week. Smiles on the faces of the steady stream of multi-cultural visitors beats a common pulse of happiness. Not least among the hordes of beach magnets was a small group celebrating our son’s twelfth birthday at Adventure Island. Braving a scorching drive of bumper-to-bumper delays,  tween bravado filled the car with tales of conquering every “scary” ride in the park. Agauntlet was thrown down for Rage — a 75 ft high, 97 degree drop roller coaster with a vertical lift hill, vertical loop and a Zero G Roll.

As boys of that age often do, there is a lot of brave talk up until the moment of truth. A different picture begins to unfold when they have to climb aboard and lock down for the ride. To delay the inevitable, two of the three were coerced for a third round of the much tamer Haunted House ride. Seems one in the crew is more timid about heights than he let on during the earlier trash talking session. Only after myself and the birthday boy’s dad purchased armbands to “show how its done.” was the timid boy willing to walk with us to the loading platform.

Although Ollie would never sit in the front row that evening, he sat with me in the second row for six rounds. He got to know the names of each Rage team member (Curtis, Charlotte, Zoe, and Liam) because I made the experience fun and dragged everybody along in my smilefest.  Rage may never become Ollie’s favorite ride at Adventure Island, but at least he experienced a thrill without criticism and judgement. We gave Ollie credit for doing what he could. With roller coaster fears compliance for the sake of group morale is often the best that you can expect.

Starting a business can be something of a roller coaster ride. Everything within you says that it is unsafe, scary, and too great a risk. The greatest fears of all are rooted in the fears of failure and loss. I know of many people who started businesses with absolutely no capital. Well, I don’t know them personally but I have read about them. Their stories of bravado, hard work, “lucky” breaks, set backs and comebacks, mentoring, and countless conditions that fed into their success stories.  If you believe for one moment that they didn’t experience emotional, financial, relational, and logistical roller coasters along the way then you are fooling yourself.

I know firsthand that the first and foremost characteristic for entrepreneurial success is perseverance. You might have  to go against your every instinct for self-preservation. I can’t possible be the only one that has nurtured a vision for a business and dutifully plodded away following all the common practices, only to suffer a long-term stifled realization of the dream.  I’ve watched as others, some of well-funded inception, capture the essence of my vision and turn it into a goldmine of success thereby validating my concept in the marketplace.  Sound familiar?

A natural reaction to seeing your vision slip from your hands and into the pockets of another is to just throw up your hands and say “see I told you” or “darn, missed that opportunity.”  Another way you might approach the shift is to do as I have: press on under an old vision and try to force a fit in a contemporary market.  Either way doesn’t ensure longevity of the vision or the visionary.

While zipping around the loop-the-loop and corkscrew Zero Gs of Rage, I had a spark of insight.  The best way to enjoy a thrill ride is to invest your trust to the point where it overflows into a sense of abandon. It is in a state of abandon where the fun really ripples. Allow the ride to do what it does.  Let go! “Use the force Luke.” Go Zen and have fun!

To get the most of that vision you’ve nurtured from conception like a new born babe you must allow it to grow. It may not grow up like you expect. In fact, I can just about assure you it won’t.  Ups and downs of a bad economy,spin arounds of market change , dump-the-loose-change out-of-your-pockets hanging upside problems of a start-up, and the emotional investment of risking for something new contributes to the character you need to survive the ride.  Why not take the Gs with style?

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Selling Creativity and Innovation

 

Occupy Wall Street demonstrators

On the streets of Seattle today, a group of young men and women will head out for perhaps the hardest job in any major American city. Kind of looking like hippies of a bygone time, their ages range between twenty and thirty. With clipboard in hand, these dedicated workers will work eight hours under a constant barrage of rejection, nastiness, and stinginess. The Seattle foot champions for social causes are not particularly welcomed by businesses or pedestrians prompting numerous efforts to restrict their efforts. Nevertheless, rain or shine, they will be there. Count on it.

My creative, busking, pierced and tatted youngest son Devon canvasses under these conditions forty hours a week.  He took the job because he needed to work. Without a work history and his idealistic view of a vagabond lifestyle, the canvassing job seemed a good match.  A sensitive young man, the constant rejection is tough on him. When he heads to the streets he has no delusion what to expect. Canvassing in good times for universally acceptable charities is tough. Canvassing during recession for ofttimes controversial organizations and causes seems almost impossible.  Yet, he and his comrades will be out there again today trying to convince others of the worthiness of their causes.

Whenever I hit a roadblock about my vision for Paroxumos, I remind myself of Devon.  Almost every time I pitch the idea to somebody I get shot down in flames. Most of the ground-to-air flak comes in some form of a question about a target audience willing to pay for my services. Creativity, innovation, and training are ROI challenges for hard-nosed number crunchers. Soft investment is a hard sell during good times; soft investment during hard times is an expendable luxury.  

Nesta report on the future UK economy and innovation

As far as I can tell, the reason for the dogged reticence to invest in people is fear.  A typical reaction to being spanked by economic and market conditions is to fall back to what worked during more profit bearing times. A return to traditionalist views of management and a recessionary approach of “hold on to what you have or you will lose that too” mentality leads the fear parade. Yet it is just that kind of reaction that will further cripple businesses and national economies.

Not exempt from recession, a report by the independent United Kingdon charity Nesta, revealed that innovation was the core factor at 63% of the UK’s economic growth between 2000 and 2008. Nesta’s CEO Geoff Mulgan commented:

“Everyone agrees that innovation is the only route to long-term growth.  The concern is that today’s report and Investment Index show that investment in the future didn’t just fall during the immediate aftermath of the financial crisis, but also continued falling as the economy appeared to stabilise.” 

You would think then that the concept of stimulating creativity for corporate longevity, personal fulfillment, and market positioning might be where to find corporate and municipal investments. Instead, cities are going bankrupt in America and near-countless businesses close down. History proves that you must grow or you will die is all the more true to ensure a robust entry into a post-recession recovery. Selling creativity and innovation shouldn’t be as hard as asking for donations to social and political causes from strangers on the street. Companies and individuals should be begging for it.

Devon. Photo by Kourtney Jay

The hawkers of creativity march the streets and the Internet preaching a path to recovery in the hope that somebody will listen. Who wouldn’t get down occasionally after listening to so many doomsayers, naysayers, and sosayers? My son gets up everyday knowing that is what faces him.  Perhaps one of the things that gives him his mojo to do that everyday is that he believes in what he does. I admire that young man for his dedication, soft skills, and  hard work.  He inspires me to believe all the more in what I do, because he lives it.

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