Last November, I was lucky enough to be a guest blogger for http://www.mkebeardbook.com. Thanks, Jessica Kaminski, for letting me be part of your story. Just in case you didn’t get to see the post, I am posting it here. Grateful, as always, for the opportunity to reflect and share. http://www.mkebeardbook.com/blog/2016/11/23/beards-a-celebration-of-spirit-interview-with-sean-mizer
Feels good to be back in full swing post injury. Custom, custom, custom. We can build anything. Finding the flow in the process and the reward in providing for others. Grateful. Thank you all for you patience. Let’s get to work.
Well…
During a painting I go to a place that’s kinda dark.
Fear, pain, anger, and rage reside there.
Good or bad, it was a place one learns, necessary to survive.
A boy within the Dragon.
The problem is,regardless of predisposition it has become habitual and a learned reaction.
Maybe fight or flight,
Maybe addictive,
Maybe safe,
but also no longer necessary.
Unlearning is difficult without deciphering. Remapping.
I’m very good at surviving,
May be The Best,
but it comes with a growl.
While painting I must face it, go through it, and leave it lying there on the floor.
I don’t like be vulnerable ….
But I am trying.
My art has never been fragile. We have had a lot of fires. I think art/painting and such is about process, not a destination. I don’t think it should be on a pedestal. One may learn, discover, release, and grow. The beauty is in the process not product. It’s something to get you there. If you take a long trip and drive to get somewhere, when you arrive you don’t turn around and say “nice car”. Art is about life, not life about art. If you haven’t lived, you might as well not paint. Really, I hate talking about art and the intellectual/ego that seems to go with that because painting is a silent or loud interaction with oneself. Afterwards, take it for what it is, or leave it. It’s of no consequence.
Started off this week by seeing Slayer with Luke.
The metal love continues today with some custom railings. Over a thousand pieces. Sometimes it’s gotta hurt a little. The guys at the steel yard call me Santa.
SEAN MIZER 