Wednesday, October 22, 2008
The Zen master told me tonight that I was trying too hard (related to my "sitting," not my art). I thought I'd try a little less hard. I never thought that one is different in the different modes of their life.
This was made in the doctor's office. A dad brought his kid in a few minutes late, but they still took him. The dad said something about sneakin' under the wire just as I put the stylus to my Palm.
I tried (and failed) to convince my students that it was better to be able to appreciate a sidewalk than to own a yacht. With the sidewalk t...