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		<title>Theory vs. Making</title>
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			<description>Wonderful post. I\'m happy to read this. The older I get the more I realize how not all things attributed to something mean they make up that thing.</description>
			<pubDate>Tue, 20 Oct 2009 21:46:34 +0100</pubDate>
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			<title>Deborah Moore essay: WHO REALLY MAKES GREAT ART?</title>
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			<description>The excerpt from the interview above speaks directly to an essay I just wrote about this very topic.  Since it\'s not too long, I\'m posting it here... enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;
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Art is a melding of the body and the mind.  You do the process with your body, but the mind leads the way.  The mind thinks it is the one and only.  It is the mastermind, the genius.&lt;br /&gt;
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But it’s not.  Genius happens when the “mind that runs the brain” daydreams long enough for the “mind the runs the body” to take control.  It is this under-mind that makes great art.  This is the poet that can speak in form.&lt;br /&gt;
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But the key word here is – MAKING. &lt;br /&gt;
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I had it all wrong.   Art isn’t about ideas.  We talk ideas to death, for art. But art is about the process.  We can talk all day about how we might do this or that, but process is better contemplated in the silence of action itself.&lt;br /&gt;
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Through action – through the act of doing, our brains daydream.  Hands work more and more on their own, moving into autopilot, as we think aimlessly about the meaningless trevails of our day.  Above us, hovering like a ghost, impotent and passive, is our original artistic idea – the thing we invented with our brain’s mind.&lt;br /&gt;
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If we give up this ghost, and let it drift away from our focus, a wonderful thing may happen. While we are listing to the radio or pondering the nonsensical prattle of our lives, the hands keep moving.  The hands have a plan.&lt;br /&gt;
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You creep forward, day by day, completing rote task by rote task.  Then suddenly, a piece is before you.  And incredibly, you made it – you remember doing it, but it’s not your hand.  It’s someone else’s.&lt;br /&gt;
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As fresh as a strangers work, but you did it!  And you can’t believe it believe it.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Or did you?&lt;br /&gt;
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That’s when it’s great….</description>
			<pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 07:12:40 +0100</pubDate>
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