cobbling together the artist's life…coaching, acting, photography, writing, and music…
That football sailing through last-minute skies landing months down the road in the arms of a future worth far more than six points and a ring: a new personal favorite story moment that encapsulates so much of what I loved about Friday Night Lights. I liked the first film, especially (spoilers ahead), the gritty ending. …
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So my friend wrote a comment on my post entitled "An Artist's Prayer" that read something like this: "How do you know the difference between artistic desire and artistic torment? It seems one and the same some days." Honestly, I'm not sure what she meant in asking the question, but given my mood today, it …
I don't know when "the beautiful" became so important to me. Was it an idea or an experience? Notions of truth came first, primarily because of a religious upbringing, and the good wasn't on my radar for many years, at least not as a concept. But somewhere along the way, "beauty" came along …
Yesterday, I asked about the service art provides, wondering how to articulate it so that it was somewhat analogous to the practicality of giving drink and food and shelter. My own reflection begins, as always, with another question. What sustains human life? If I mean physical life only, then the answer is food and water, …
In what sense is art-making service? If you give a person a drink of water, when they ingest it, there are immediate, real-world results. If you offer a hungry person bread, when they eat it, their bodies replenish and become better able to negotiate their day's tasks and responsibilities. If you offer a coat to …
JEFF BERRYMAN 