postcard from the Sivananda ashram in the south of India where my hips are in pain from sitting in crossed legged position and monkeys frequent the yoga classes. feels like a different world down here.
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1 me in a waterfall or sewer not sure
2 Kathu waterfalls, Phuket
3 fam at a waterfall cafe
4 Milo <3333333
5 fam at a ganja bar
6 me serving in Ed Hardy
7 another waterfall
8 another waterfall
The Vessel and the Filter
Each of us has a container within. It is constantly being filled with data. It holds the sum total of our thoughts, feelings, dreams, and experiences in the world. Let's call this the vessel.
Information does not enter the vessel directly, like rain filling into a barrel. It is filtered in a unique way for each of us. Not everything makes it through this filter. And what does get through doesn't always do so faithfully. We each have our own method of reducing Source. Our memory space is limited. Our senses often misperceive data. And our minds don't have the processing power to take in all the information surrounding us. Our senses would be overwhelmed by light, color, sound, and smell. We would not be able to distinguish one object from another. To navigate our way through this immense world of data, we learn early in life to focus on information that appears essential or of particular interest. And to tune out the rest.
As artists, we seek to restore our childlike perception: a more innocent state of wonder and appreciation not tethered to utility or survival.
#RickRubin
#TheCreativeAct
