Citation for the Painting

When John Hostler wrote his book, my number 46605 became a possible area for a work of Art. The number might not have had any history as an area prior to that. But, I suspect the number 46605 does have more history than that; perhaps even prior to the invention of the Decimal.

I have not said this before, that the number is the dimensions of the painting in inches because I thought it was a no brainer. I thought of no other interesting composition content for a large painting than it’s dimensions.

I purchased the canvas from a sail maker in Santa Cruz. After calculating some possible dimensions, I picked 46×60.5 because the number looked pleasing and sounded nice. Looking at the back of the work, there is more canvas pulled around the stretcher bars in one dimension indicating that the canvas might be for a size taller than forty-six inches. I used that extra canvas on the back of the painting for my signature: Jeff Devitt UCSC instructor Kacy Kladget.

I was taking a rigorous Philosophy sequence of classes that year, and UC Santa Cruz had John Hostler’s book at the college library. I did not see it, however, until after I painted.

If it is any interest to the reader, there were some studies, one in particular that was used for the painting; but, those studies were thrown away by my father. I looked for them in 1993 among my portfolio stuff and they were missing.

In prior posts I’ve mentioned the art supplies. Try the 46605 link at the bottom of this post if the reader is only interested in the painting.

Blame The Fabric Softener

In 1992, I pee’d in a bottle. The medicine I was taking at the time was Stellazene. My pee was different than it usually is. Tim’s mom found the bottle and drank it. But that is not the only poison that she drank. She developed heart disease and never told her family that she drank fabric softener. She never said, “I drank fabric softener!” If she did say that to someone, they would understand why she had such difficulty with her heart. But drinking pee is not the problem with her death. The reason she died was a complication of her heart due to drinking fabric softener.

Silhouette

One of the last major achievements to get is Jesus; he was a silhouette. It should be the first achievement though. My reader needs to get prepared to understand mental illness. I’m not saying that Jesus had a mental illness, but in the posts that I have already written, I talk about distinguishing the conscience. And, so the reader should be aware that one of the sacred mysteries of Jesus will unfold. He was a silhouette.

The basic understanding should be that Jesus was the son. That is the important and correct way to understand; because if you want to say that his father was God, you have to admit that you have an understanding of a genetic disorder called phocomelia. Jesus was the son. That is the final way of understanding the phocomelia difficulty; through the son. The masses will accept the son appropriately because trying to understand phocomelia was too difficult for an earlier time.

The disorder manifests in cunning and baffling ways. Imagine that the father had phocomelia and that Jesus inherited some genes from his father. There is two genes of which Jesus got one of them where the phocomelia disorder was passed on as a dominant trait. Later in this blog I talk about distinguishing genetic traits of the conscience. But the most profound insight is that Jesus could never discern which dominant gene he inherited. Only that he was a silhouette of the two dominant genes that his father possessed in which his father had a genetic disorder now called phocomelia.

If you do not understand, please have patience. This blog will teach you. All you have to get now is that Jesus was a silhouette. Later on after you have read about the conscience and you rethink this little tidbit about Jesus, it will excite you. The amazing part about what you will discover is that this knowledge strengthens your faith. You will think that Jesus is a super human. That he was the son is a sacred mystery after all. You will have more insight into your faith. Jesus was a silhouette.

Helping

There is something I want to clarify about my mental illness. I don’t help. Leila has the use of her arms and some of her hands. Many people with Phocomelia do not and need help with everyday tasks such as showering, eating, and going to the bathroom. Leila can do everything herself. She does not need assistance; so, I’m not a helper. I just wanted to clarify that.

She is very proud of her functionality. She would benefit, and so would I, if she asked for help once in a while.

Eye And Mind

The essay in which every college student should read is Eye And Mind translation by Carleton Dallery. There is another translation that is more recent; but it is inferior. The best is the one I have provided the link for; however to get this essay in full you might have to buy the book. I can’t seem to find this translation on the Internet. To read about Merleau-Ponty visit his Wikipedia page.

Victim of Stalking

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What it looks like to staff that sees me is “A Beautiful Mind;” but, I now know that I have the symptoms of a victim of stalking. There is another movie that tells me more clearly that I’m being stalked: “There’s Something About Mary.”

It just hit me over the head the other movie was so obvious. At the end of the movie, there is a song that says my friends tell me to quit my complaining. I would like help. By the time “A Beautiful Mind” has a turn, it’s too late. Yet, I would like to ask Staff to get some training to deal with me as a victim of stalking. Right now, they are treating for a mental illness, and I am saying I need a little more support around my symptoms because I’m being stalked. A little training on the subject will confirm that I am having symptoms of being stalked. So please, help me by understanding the pathology of the crime. At the very least, if you are working with me, could you please see the movie: “There’s Something About Mary.”

If I’m supposed to be a victim of Stalking, what are my symptoms?

Beauty is an addiction

  • I’m complaining about someone that hasn’t been a part of my life in twenty years.
  • In my social contacts, the other person implicitly dictates to me the subjects to be talked about.
  • People involved with me are choosing left.
  • Many facts and issues I address are denied as not being true or not based in reality.
  • I can’t engage in small talk.
  • Bodies having names correlating to me are being cremated.