(Ass backwards- Acrylic on canvas)
Logic has long been a driving force in creation and for many, including myself, a point of pride. After a certain age society around us begins expecting things that have no satisfying explanation as to why. As children we often asked the looping question but why because we felt the freedom of imagining things any which way. The pressure then exceeds our tolerance levels and we acquiesce. We play the game simply because we are stuck in it, this is plainly the most logical way forward. And here begins the shift.
Through maturity and age one can see the many marked moments in which life tends to make sense in an ass backwards kind of way, within that lens of logic. At times it can be like living with a wise old sensei and in some roundabout method of seeming madness learning to wax on and wax off will help to catch flies with chopsticks. In the end it actually does, and there’s the rub (pun intended).
My close and old friend logic, of the linear variety, is built upon assumptions. It can really only work completely if one believes that we humans have all the information and all the data needed to write and rewrite this program we call life, but we do not. Not in our analytical minds at least. There are many things we don’t know and many things we know in places outside of our minds. We feel thier truths even when we can’t explain them. Accessing our enhanced emotional intellect allows us to revel in the humor and learn to laugh at the absurdity of all this ass backwards-ness that makes perfect sense.