SOMETHING MY DAD TOOK TIME TO DO….!
In my more cynical moments, I am annoyed that I spend time sitting in front of a computer looking at pictures and playing with software. Who will see them? Does anyone care? Even writing these words seems to be a bit of a waste of time.
Years ago, in my younger days, I aspired to be an artist. The need to earn my keep held me back, but also fostered the question of what is the value of art? Value implies something which can have a monetary amount attached to it, but on a deeper level it also means merit, worth, esteem and often ethics, principles, standards. My conclusion was that if it had value to me, then it was art. No more angst over it, and a very simple answer.
Still, life intervenes. Things need to be done such as working, taking care of a house, paying bills. People…
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