The books that have been on my nightstand.

I just finished reading Susan Vreeland’s Clara and Mr. Tiffany. Before that, I devoured Walter Isaacson’s, Leonardo da Vinci.

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The former was about artist Clara Driscoll’s relationship with Louis Comfort Tiffany and his corporation. She was likely the creative force behind Tiffany getting into the lamp business. It was a fascinating look at what went into designing and manufacturing those amazing jewel-like windows and lights. The book also gave a glimpse of women’s lives in the early twentieth century.

Now I’m hoping to take a field trip to Winter Park Florida and visit the Charles Hosmer Morse Museum of American Art. It houses the most comprehensive collection of the works by Louis Comfort Tiffany found anywhere.

The latter book was a 550 page, three and a half pound tome (yes, I weighed it) about the life, art, and genius of da Vinci. I learned so much. Did you know he only completed sixteen paintings in his long career as an artist?

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Sixteen?  Why so few? It seems he loved the thrill of conception. But long before the painting was finished his endless wonder had moved him to other projects, completion being something of a chore. Plus he was a perfectionist unwilling to let go. He lugged Mona Lisa around for years, adding one bit of glaze over another repeatedly. Hence the depth of color and nuanced shading.

He dissected thirty cadavers to understand the skeleton, muscles, and tendons under the skin.

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He was endlessly fascinated by everything, making long “to do” lists of things to investigate. (One example: describe a woodpeckers tongue. Have you ever given thought to the tongue of a woodpecker? I haven’t.)

Da Vinci’s brilliance spanned many disciplines. His curiosity drove him to seek to understand all of creation and how we fit into it.

In the book’s conclusion, Isaacson made of a list of things we can learn from Leonardo da Vinci. A few are as follows:

Be relentlessly curious.

Seek knowledge for its own sake.

Retain a childlike sense of wonder.

Get distracted. (This one baffled me until the author pointed out that Leonardo’s willingness to pursue any shiny subject that caught his eye made his mind richer and filled with more connections.)

Indulge fantasy.

See things unseen.

Let your reach exceed your grasp.

Observe.

Start with the details.  After all, God is in the details.  Whether the phrase originated with Ludwig Mies van der Rohe, Aby Warburg, Gustave Flaubert, or someone else entirely, the point still remains – more often than not, when something goes screwy it’s because we forgot to pay attention to the details.

Create for yourself, not just for patrons. (This is one I struggle with due to many years of creating for clients, not for myself.)
Collaborate. Clara Driscoll did. DaVinci did. His most fun work came from collaborations on theatrical productions. Innovation is a team sport. I sure loved the collaborative endeavor of designing statuary and fountains with Mary Beth and, prior to that, the CJV team.  I co-wrote a picture book with friend Judy.  It was far superior to what I would have created by myself.  In fact, I wish I had someone to collaborate with now.

 

Make lists, take notes.

And finally: Be open to mystery.  

As for the description of the tongue of a woodpecker, author Isaacson investigated.  The tongue of a woodpecker can extend more than three times the length of its bill. When not in use it retracts into the skull.  In addition to digging out grubs, it winds around the bird’s head and protects the woodpecker’s brain. Smashing his beak into tree bark exerts a force on the head ten times what would kill a human.  The strange tongue acts as a cushion, shielding the brain from shock.

Leonardo da Vinci had no need for this information.  He just wanted to know.  Out of pure and fabulous curiosity.

Halloscream! Eeek

When we lived “up north” we got over six hundred Trick-or-Treaters at Halloween. Our street was burnt pumpkin smelling, over the top decorated, and so much fun.

Jim made three tombstones cut out of wood. I painted them.

Ibraka U. Fase
U. B. Kryin
N. Bleedin

It was fun to observe passers-by trying to sort out what they meant.
If you are too lazy to figure it out (I would be) here’s the deal.
“I break your face. You be crying and bleeding.”

We miss our Halloweens! In our new ‘hood we might get a handful of hobgoblins. But, the good news is our friends, Charki and Doug, moved to a wildly busy Halloween neighborhood in St. Petersburg. And they invite us, as well as our former Grove Avenue neighbors, to come there for dinner and spooky stuff.

Charki is arguably the most creative humanoid I’ve ever met. And Doug is onboard with helping put together her over-the-top plans. Plus he comes up with a dozen or so all by himself. Maybe he’s the second most creative person ever.

Check out these scary photos!

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Doug cut all those “waves” out of wood and drilled them to a 2 by 4.

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Charki made this!

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We bought our squid hats last year.
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Hiding behind the bathroom door. Horrifying.

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All up and down the street neighbors hang pumpkins in the trees.

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The best news is we are permanently invited!  Yay!  October 31st plans for a lifetime.