I made a person

Some similarities I noticed between making a person & making art:

• Despite a clear knowledge regarding the technicalities of how it is made, there is always some aspect that you can't quite get under your thumb and remains inexplicable.
• You want to share every little detail of it with strangers and for them to naturally match your enthusiasm; it dawns on you gradually that this is just never ever going to happen.
• The more you back off and let something be what it has the potential to be (rather than what *you want* it to be) the more it surprises and pleases you.
• You can sit and stare for hours and never really be sure of what you are looking at or how to describe it.
• Although the same things have happened before a million times through out history- that doesn't matter at all- because your experience is new to you.

A few first impression on breeding:

• A shift in time perception; Life seems to be chewed in 20 minute chunks. An hour or 2 has a new vastness. I prefer it this way.
  
• His existence really does change everything. It doesn't do so in that is erases all that was before and replaces it with new circumstance- rather all that was before is affected and altered by his existence.
  
• His existence does has a wonderful simplicity- a directness & a clarity that is profound. His crying is never vain or pointless, though he's not always sure of the cause. His demands are unsophisticated and animal like.
  
• I feel a new connection to the planet and everything that has ever walked on it; recently I went to the post office and through the car window watched this dumpy middle aged man drunkenly navigate the sidewaklks, instead of having nasty disparaging thoughts about tourists (that usually lead to nasty disparaging thoughts about humanity in entirety) I found myself thinking tenderly, "He was once someones baby."
  
• For now he has no ego. all is one. This appears to be an ancient and somehow magical state of being. If adam & eve were innocent in the garden & the birth of knowledge was the fall...Eli is still in the garden.
  

I've also had some ideas for a series of photos or drawing or paintings...basically about loss of bodily control and how it connects infanthood, pregnancy/birth and old age/death. Hopefully I'll be able to culminate that into something tangible sometime soon.