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	<title>Comments on: Art Guilt III: Magic Bullet in the Neck</title>
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	<description>John Hamilton Farr&#039;s Living Planet Mystery Tales from Taos, New Mexico</description>
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		<title>By: JHF</title>
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		<dc:creator>JHF</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 06:04:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow, I LOVE this comment! I remember you from way back, David. Yes, I guess my life is my art. That&#039;s a great way to look at it. (My co-star wants a real closet and a dishwasher, so I guess I&#039;ll have to sketch those in.) You&#039;ve given me something to think about. Thank you.

Things are changing very fast here. I think I&#039;m loading more paint on the brush. This post and the other recent ones are coming from a very different place. A BETTER place, more authentic and uncensored. I think I just woke up. What a hoot.  

Come back again soon. I like thinking of someone in NYC reading these things.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow, I LOVE this comment! I remember you from way back, David. Yes, I guess my life is my art. That&#8217;s a great way to look at it. (My co-star wants a real closet and a dishwasher, so I guess I&#8217;ll have to sketch those in.) You&#8217;ve given me something to think about. Thank you.</p>
<p>Things are changing very fast here. I think I&#8217;m loading more paint on the brush. This post and the other recent ones are coming from a very different place. A BETTER place, more authentic and uncensored. I think I just woke up. What a hoot.  </p>
<p>Come back again soon. I like thinking of someone in NYC reading these things.</p>
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		<title>By: David Patrick Columbia</title>
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		<dc:creator>David Patrick Columbia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Oct 2009 05:42:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mr. Farr: Your life is your art. I went to your site tonight after one after dinner out on the town (New York) where the autumn chill has set in and the streets are damp. I went to pick up a little touch of the Southwest and where a man I don&#039;t know but occasionally read lives with his wife amidst Mother Nature&#039;s bounty and beauty is everywhere. (I Know there is other stuff besides beauty). And the man who lives there sees it and shows it to me. And as a result I get a bit of respite from the chaos and hustle of the metropolis, just knowing that man&#039;s out there living this life, like that. That&#039;s art man. High, and big time. And I kinda think somewhere, at least somewhere down deep inside, you know it. Of course there&#039;s your co-star artist, the lady who said Be Here When I Come Back. That made me laugh! Art and Gifts.

I loved the jackrabbit. I&#039;d throw him a peach everyday.

DPC</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mr. Farr: Your life is your art. I went to your site tonight after one after dinner out on the town (New York) where the autumn chill has set in and the streets are damp. I went to pick up a little touch of the Southwest and where a man I don&#8217;t know but occasionally read lives with his wife amidst Mother Nature&#8217;s bounty and beauty is everywhere. (I Know there is other stuff besides beauty). And the man who lives there sees it and shows it to me. And as a result I get a bit of respite from the chaos and hustle of the metropolis, just knowing that man&#8217;s out there living this life, like that. That&#8217;s art man. High, and big time. And I kinda think somewhere, at least somewhere down deep inside, you know it. Of course there&#8217;s your co-star artist, the lady who said Be Here When I Come Back. That made me laugh! Art and Gifts.</p>
<p>I loved the jackrabbit. I&#8217;d throw him a peach everyday.</p>
<p>DPC</p>
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		<title>By: JHF</title>
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		<dc:creator>JHF</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 15:22:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Nancy, and thank you for your extended comment!

The art guilt posts are very important and point to a source of the harsh depressive episodes I&#039;ve had for most of my life (although with decreasing frequency). I&#039;m glad someone else gets something out of my writing about this, because I&#039;m a firm believer in learning from the truth and not trying to cover it up. No anti-depressants for me -- I need to see what&#039;s going on!

As for bravery, my analyst said years ago that there was a fine line between bravery and foolishness, and I&#039;m sure I&#039;ve crossed it back and forth many times. However, as you say, what is, is, and one of the things that is, is that I am finally beginning to have some fun in the wake of all these internal revelations. The self-critic is thoroughly discredited and all out of time, anyway, so NOW the game begins anew. Heh.

Yes, there are a lot of us wondering what the hell happened. It seems really weird to me to finally understand so much, break free, and see that wrinkled wacko in the mirror! But that&#039;s the way it is. This is perfect. I am who I am and nothing will stop me except my body giving out.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Nancy, and thank you for your extended comment!</p>
<p>The art guilt posts are very important and point to a source of the harsh depressive episodes I&#8217;ve had for most of my life (although with decreasing frequency). I&#8217;m glad someone else gets something out of my writing about this, because I&#8217;m a firm believer in learning from the truth and not trying to cover it up. No anti-depressants for me &#8212; I need to see what&#8217;s going on!</p>
<p>As for bravery, my analyst said years ago that there was a fine line between bravery and foolishness, and I&#8217;m sure I&#8217;ve crossed it back and forth many times. However, as you say, what is, is, and one of the things that is, is that I am finally beginning to have some fun in the wake of all these internal revelations. The self-critic is thoroughly discredited and all out of time, anyway, so NOW the game begins anew. Heh.</p>
<p>Yes, there are a lot of us wondering what the hell happened. It seems really weird to me to finally understand so much, break free, and see that wrinkled wacko in the mirror! But that&#8217;s the way it is. This is perfect. I am who I am and nothing will stop me except my body giving out.</p>
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		<title>By: Nancy Turbitt</title>
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		<dc:creator>Nancy Turbitt</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2009 14:36:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>John,

I&#039;ve been reading your blog off and on for about two weeks now. I am loving your irreverence and odd sense of humor which led me to buy your book, Buffalo Lights. I am loving the read, taking in bits of it daily like the morning coffee which awakens me.

Reading your blogs about &quot;art guilt&quot; have just about brought me to tears. I hate seeing people suffer and it sounds like your parents, not unlike so many others of their generation, were clueless about the damage they were inflicting. This is why we have highly paid psychologists forming the infrastructure of our modern daily lives. Because sometimes it is just too much to bear.

I want to make it better for you somehow by telling you that life just is. All the pretty houses, the 401ks, securities and fancy cars don&#039;t leave with you when you go. They are just things we live with or don&#039;t. But it sounds like you are finding your way to this thinking on your own. So just know there are others not unlike yourself, from our generation, floundering, wondering what happened to all the days. Sometimes I think it is just a part of evolution. Next life I&#039;ll get it better. For now, I just take life a day at a time enjoying the hummingbirds, complaining about the bills, and living. Just living.

Some may think you crazy to have left for your life in Taos, I think you are brave. God bless!

Nancy, the wanna-be-artist</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>John,</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve been reading your blog off and on for about two weeks now. I am loving your irreverence and odd sense of humor which led me to buy your book, Buffalo Lights. I am loving the read, taking in bits of it daily like the morning coffee which awakens me.</p>
<p>Reading your blogs about &#8220;art guilt&#8221; have just about brought me to tears. I hate seeing people suffer and it sounds like your parents, not unlike so many others of their generation, were clueless about the damage they were inflicting. This is why we have highly paid psychologists forming the infrastructure of our modern daily lives. Because sometimes it is just too much to bear.</p>
<p>I want to make it better for you somehow by telling you that life just is. All the pretty houses, the 401ks, securities and fancy cars don&#8217;t leave with you when you go. They are just things we live with or don&#8217;t. But it sounds like you are finding your way to this thinking on your own. So just know there are others not unlike yourself, from our generation, floundering, wondering what happened to all the days. Sometimes I think it is just a part of evolution. Next life I&#8217;ll get it better. For now, I just take life a day at a time enjoying the hummingbirds, complaining about the bills, and living. Just living.</p>
<p>Some may think you crazy to have left for your life in Taos, I think you are brave. God bless!</p>
<p>Nancy, the wanna-be-artist</p>
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