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June is uterine cancer awareness month. It is our womb. It is the beautiful place of nurturing, bonding, and birth.

June is uterine cancer awareness month. The significance of the uterus or the womb cannot be underestimated. The womb is a place of creation, nurturance, and transformation. New life begins here as does the early connection between mother and child. The womb is that beautiful and incredible part of the female. Medically and clinically, it is called the uterus. The uterus consists of the fundus,…

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Now and then I encounter or hear of a writer and their works where the person seems desperate for agreement with their worldview.  They don’t want to share an experience, you must agree, or you must be some kind of heretic.  It can be bloody nihilism of some bad horror film or airy utopia bull, but the person wants, craves that agreement.

There’s something peculiarly weird and needy about these kinds of authors and auteurs.  Much like religious evangelists, it seems they need others to feel the same as they do to know they’re real.  It’s like they’d die like Tinkerbell if not clapped for enough, they’re that empty.

I think this is why you find so many failed artists among politicians and even religious leaders, both of whom love big productions and producing media, even if ghostwritten.  Denied the ability to be famous from books or films or comedy, they seek other ways to inflict themselves on the world.  They may have changed fields, but they’re still telling tales and wanting someone to clap.

The thing about these people who need validation is how un-independent they seem to me – be they artists or politicians.  Craving validation so much, they adapt to the market and ride trends and say what works, even when it’s not them.  The author famous for ten pandering books that are famous is no different than the politician who jumps on every trend for votes and makes destructive policies.

So often a quest for validation means there’s no one left to validate – all the person has become is a series of marketing calculations and a bank balance wrapped in human skin.  The thing is the artist may write on war to get attention, the politician may start one. I’ve often said people should get experience in at least one art, so they can communicate and be aware when people are trying to manipulate them.  Perhaps I should also add that becoming familiar with the pathology of art – and art-related professions like politics and religion.

Steven Savage

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 “Once you start with acceptance Everything changes in relevance” “#Opism ‼️ACCEPTANCE‼️ You can make a choice or ignore it What you do will complete it The act of knowing you can choose Is the greatest act many loose The mind will think many things Sometimes it likes to do nothing It’s ok to be a zombie If you are a kamikaze  But let me make it very clear You are real and you are here You…

Like many creatives, I like to call out the absurdities of our business. The mindless hustle, the deification of data, the endless quest for marketing magic bullets. 

We need to call BS whenever we smell it. And folks like Bob Hoffman, George Tannenbaum and Rich Siegel do it about as well as anyone (thank goodness).

But then what? 

Is the BS so deep that we can’t escape it? Or can we actually create something better? 

The silly optimist in me hopes it’s the latter. 

Maybe we can we evolve with the times without selling our souls. 

Maybe we can we create something new that doesn't feel like a fraud. 

Maybe we can make creativity relevant again, embracing the tools of today without pissing all over the wisdom from yesterday. 

Maybe. 

But I’m not sure it happens without us leading the charge, doing what we do best. 

Creating. 

Creating new companies and collectives. 

Creating work that silences the doubters. 

Creating a counter-culture movement that rejects commoditization and celebrates ideas in all their messy, chaotic, imperfect glory. 

Sounds kind of scary, I know. 

While I am sailing in the Lake District, I decided that I can use some of my companions as ‘lectors’ :) . What do I mean by that? Well, while I am taking care of us safely sailing in the proper direction and keeping the boat afloat, they read aloud some of the books about Kenya that I brought with me. This is especially handy during silent, windless days when just as much attention is needed to steer the boat, but the crew is rather idle.