Saturday, March 21, 2015

Well, here I am in 2015, March, to be precise, just beyond the ides, first day of spring, after the recent snowfall, which has all but melted in this portion of the east coast-Jersey, along with the illusion of a change in the season(s). Anyway, I haven't posted anything on this blog in years. Quite a bit has happened since then.  Four years later, and peering through the windows of the past, it doesn't look as though I'm any wiser.  Perhaps the true measure of wisdom is not the degree of actions taken, but the degree to which actions are avoided? In another way of thinking, that could just as easily describe a fountain of youth that reveals only things that collide with desires.  Whatever. Since the start if this blog-post thing, I've wanted to come upon something truly enigmatic, or maybe even mildly profound to jot down and give cause for a few lateral thought(s). I guess everything will always be a matter of perspective. I just recently completed a painting, and at the time off writing this particular 'post', I'm in the process of uploading it onto this/these page(s). The painting is entitled "The Shift". It is the  chronicle, as are all of my paintings, of this particular stage in my life/progression.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

The needs we seed.

The last time that I posted any comments on this site I was so enthusiastic about the potential exposure that my work could receive.  I have not been keeping tabs on the amount of 'traffic' that has, or has not, visited this particular location in 'cyberspace'. I don't even know how to do that. I've always wondered how the television networks could determine how many viewers were watching a particular program at any given time.  In this particular artist's case, ( that would be me) I can only hope that there have been visitors that have been moved, inspired, awed even, upon viewing my paintings. Well, okay, that last possible reaction was obviously a wishful thought on the part of the artist. ( again, that would be me...) Anyway, I must admit that I have not been all that diligent in seeking out methods that could possibly attract cyber-surfers to this quadrant of the galaxy, perhaps offering them the unique opportunity to peruse these expressions of my existence that have been posted here for that very purpose.  It's funny how we so-called 'artists' create various works in differing 'disciplines'- visual media-painting, sculpture, music, novels, etc, often from a very personal need, compulsion, even, to express these innermost, sometimes private perceptions, observations, and spiritual quests, only to seek the indulgence, and sometimes the adoration of others, usually people that we don't even know, or honestly, even want to know, or care about.  Maybe the whole process of divulging ones inner self is the thread that weaves the pattern that enmeshes all of our lives, in that it makes visible that which is not; things pondered and mused that might not otherwise be looked upon, much less perceived on more visceral levels that ignore the boundaries we construct amongst ourselves on the physical plane that we pledge our varied allegiances to.  Could it be that we are all suffering from our own need to outgrow these 'habits' that sum up our physical existence?  Well, I feel the need to express the truth of being more than the sum total of my 'parts' as we're so vehemently programmed to perceive our worth in terms of.  In terms of our infinite souls, there can be no 'sum total' because there is no end to something that has always been,  and always will be, beyond our mortal selves, and beyond our mortal thoughts.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Happy Birthday

Yesterday, September 30th, was Wil Morgan's birthday. ( That's me.) It was the day on which it is documented that he came into this world 52 years ago, in 1958.  ( I read somewhere that writing about oneself in the third person can help in attaining an objective perspective, hmm...)  I have noticed a ceremonious attachment to birthdays and anniversaries, and other such commemorations of the origins of things, at least certain things.  I am not sure of the level of importance that these days have in other parts of the world, especially those parts of the world that perceive time differently than the west, or the so-called developed/civilized world.  I don't know if it is a natural thing to celebrate the day of one's birth, and I wonder when that practice started to become more than just chronicling of the passing of time. Is time a spiral that continues into the unknown as we repeat the cycle of our lives recorded by the decay of physical tissue and matter, that we refer to as aging?  Maybe a birthday should remind us that we have precious little time here on the physical plane, and in the scheme of the infinite, we don't have any time at all. We really don't have time, time has us. We're trapped in the perception that we are physical beings, and when the time allotted for that physical entity, that physical construct, has elapsed, then has our existence has also come to an end? We are inhabiters of a body, a shell that we animate with our spirit, our soul. This is not news, but it is something, kind of like a birthday, that is deserving of renewed celebration, and we don't even have to wait a year between celebrations.  Any day, everyday, all day.  It is the salvation that we can all take refuge in. No need to belong to any sect, or religion, or church or club. We were all born with a life-time membership that is renewable through the mystery of our souls, which is another term for intelligent energy.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Welcome to the Wil Morgan Arts page.

     Hello, and welcome to Wil Morgan Arts.  My name is William Morgan, I am an artist and sculptor. I paint primarily in oils, although I have worked, in the capacity of an illustrator, in water based gouache and acrylics.  My 3D work has been with metal, although I do work with wood.  I am also a musician.  I play the bass- upright, as well as bass guitar. I am constantly pushing myself to transcend my own limitations on the instrument(s), as well as dismantling the cultural barriers that often hinder ability to be influenced by other ideas and/or music that may not be familiar.  This is especially important to an aspiring writer.  I have written short stories, and am currently working on a novel that I would like to publish online, either through installments in an 'e-zine',  or as an 'ebook'. 
     This web page/site represents the launching of my online presence, through which I intend to make known the nature of my work, as well as the nature of my personality.  I will freely express any point of view that I feel strongly about, and encourage any and all feedback from any and all visitors to, or readers of, this blog.  I want this blog/site to be viewed as an attempt by an unknown artist, ( namely, me) to be seen, acknowledged, and identified through the vehicle of his work, and perhaps be seen and understood as the individual that he is.