If I Understood Dark Energy, I Wouldn't Get Lost in Sarasota

I get lost all of the time. True, as a newcomer to Sarasota, it’s somewhat acceptable. But I’m talking about getting so lost that sometimes, when I’m just going around the corner to pick up some milk at the nearest Publix, I wind up on I-75 heading towards Tampa.

We’re all wired differently.  There are people who are scared of things like maps and programming their television routers.  And there are others who use the sun as a compass and understand exactly what it is that engineers do for a living.

I’d like to be part of this last group. They can easily grasp a subject like “dark energy”, which, according to Wikipedia, “ is a hypothetical form of energy that permeates all of space and tends to increase the rate of expansion of the universe”.

These admirable people actually find it easy to imagine the concept of a growing universe.  They know what to do with these theories and brilliantly interweave them into their understanding of life in the big picture.

Personally, I’m alternately stunned and tickled by the idea of abstract and mysterious forces at work; I just don’t seem able to appreciate them in a mature manner.

After the initial awed response that knowledge of such huge cosmic influences inspires in me, I must sheepishly admit that my first thoughts about these hidden powers that surround us, are entirely pedestrian and self serving: Dark Energy! Maybe there are secret magic forces in the world after all!  What I wouldn’t do for an invisibility cloak!

I also feel chagrined.  If there are people who can easily accommodate an intellectual map of an entire, expanding universe in their personal worldview, why am I incapable of finding Lakewood Ranch without having to befriend strangers at a gas station? 

In these moments, even GPS is not my friend. It lies and takes me to roads that no longer exist or never did.  A sense of deep panic rises within me when I am lost.  Circling around streets I should already know, I begin to accept that I will never reach my destination.

It’s not easy being directionally challenged. And forget about understanding dark energy or even basic electricity for that matter. Where was I during high school Science?  I have the poor grades to show that I actually took these classes, but can’t seem to remember anything from them except the fervent wish that the teacher never look in my direction.

Since maps are out, I’ve been rethinking the GPS approach. Recently I drove with a friend whose GPS speaks in Spanish. It seemed to give a lot more detail than mine and I like accented Sarasota destinations: San Ahrmond Searcle.  I think I’ll get one of those.  If nothing else, when I get lost next time, maybe I can alleviate the stress by brushing up on my Spanish skills.

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ARTdart: The Power of Wow by Pamela Beck

ARTdart: There are as many ways to think about art as there are to create it. Join Pamela Beck in her new column, ARTdart, as she explores and considers the different perspectives that define the art world.

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by Pamela Beck

When I was a young child, my mother took painting classes every Wednesday night at the local Y. Most of the time our lives were filled with the usual activities of family life, but when my mother returned from her art class, something in the air was always charged and different.

She would talk animatedly about what she had learned. I remember thinking how much younger she looked at those moments. I was too little to know what that sea change was all about on those nights, but I certainly felt it.

Later on, I realized that those evenings had been my introduction to the idea that art can inspire. And although I didn’t know what to call inspiration back then, I instinctively understood why people would want to seek the glow that I saw in my mother’s eyes.

If artists are often inspired by their work, it’s also one of the chief reasons people choose to spend their free time looking at it. Who doesn’t want to briefly put aside ordinary concerns and be entertained, stimulated and, if you’re lucky, inspired? And inspiration’s not easy to find these days, just check your local news.

When I go to a gallery or museum, I’m hoping for that “wow” moment that inspires me. It’s always a surprise and comes when I feel a rush of exhilaration or heightened awareness in reaction to what I see. Usually this happens when I find the art to be original or when the artist’s technique and talent strikes me. It’s a stop-time moment, when the art has reeled me in through its’ power, appearance and/or message.

I’d be hard pressed to explain the source of inspiration for an artist or an audience. But I do know that art can be a door to the unconscious where inspiration often resides. It can be liberating and moving to witness what’s behind that opened door: the freedom of an artist’s unrestrained ideas spread out across the playing field of art, without concern for the propriety or justification that usually defines our lives.

Of course, people enjoy art for many reasons without necessarily being inspired by it; just as artists don’t necessarily feel inspired each time they make something. Frankly, the arrival of inspiration is unpredictable anyway for both the artist and the viewer.

But sometimes, when you’re looking at a piece or creating it, things start to resonate within you in a personal way that’s difficult to describe. You may feel jazzed, in sync, uplifted and/or understood (and those reactions seep in and linger on afterwards).

At those moments, it’s hard to deny the power and allure of inspiration, as I first learned many years ago with my mother. Even if it only makes a brief appearance, the anticipation of finding inspiration once again, keeps you coming back to the source for more.

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