Sunday, November 18, 2007

Gifts





So I was crawling on all fours, meticulously reading titles of books at the L.A Central library, looking for one in particular in my research of the Divine Proportions. I did not find it, but put those books in reserve.

When visiting the Dali exhibition at LACMA, I read interviews he gave, in which he briefly mentioned this enigma. I had first come across this subject, when I took a couple of art classes in Mexico City from an eccentric artist who wrote a book about this very subject. These proportions he said, the Renaissance masters used as guide to create their masterpieces. It seems worth investigating.

I did not purchase his book. Nor return for more classes on subsequent visits to Mexico, because I found his derisive and patronizing way irritating. His son, who was the actual instructor asked me when I signed up using a pen I carried from The Montecarlo in Las Vegas, “What were You doing there?”

What was he doing there?
No matter how technically skilled a person may be, is he or she is petty minded, how can they be deserving of the magnanimous gifts of exalted inspiration?
This inspiration may come in the form of the seed of an idea, a word, a dream, a vision, a musical note, an inaudible whisper in one’s ear, with the potential to evolve into an extraordinary, vs. mediocre piece.
These derived perhaps from the collective ‘energy’ if that is how one wishes to interpret these.

What are these, if not gifts?

You may argue that brilliant, yet evil people have lots of creativity in how to screw their brothers, and the world at large. This is true.
Yet it is true there are several realms, and those who create war, commit murder, or lucre from child pornography in fact, feed those negative forces with these very acts.

It is not wise to judge a book by its cover. Just like the son of the artist whom I deemed a frustrated artist, had the insolence to take the pen away from me to inspect it, I was also privy to this microscopic view of the world from another source, which was disappointing.

I thought it would be nice to volunteer at a non-profit who gave free lunch to homeless people every Sunday. I e-mailed my intention to volunteer, and agreed with the director of the program to be there at a certain time.

I arrived perhaps five minutes earlier than scheduled, with donated clothes, and a mandatory $10 gift card from a fast food eatery. Then a man yells at me, inquiring if I was there for the program.
He was clearly upset I was there earlier, since he assumed I was there to get a free lunch, and was not in line outside. He was the director.

Although he means well, I assume...his project is not as effective if he only offers a person one meal, yet in a manner that lacks tolerance, love and respect. The acknowledgement that you and I have a spark of the Divine, and deserve to be treated with a modicum of respect as such, was lacking.

Eventually I told him so in an e-mail, after I elaborated on how I best employed my efforts to volunteer in my commitment to the amputee shelter in Chiapas, and did not care to receive any more e-mails from his organization.

It is hard to break away from ingrained stereo types. In fact, it is highly speculated that the wealthiest man in the world, who debunked Bill Gates of that title, is a Mexican. It is viewed with a little trepidation. C’est la vie.

Things happen for a reason, and I was welcomed somewhere else.