Bulk Bought Pride

     We have chosen poorly. Our creations have no souls and feed the ugliness of our times. We build not for beauty but for cheapness and speed. Surrounding ourselves with the mess of mass production. With plastics and particle boards we fabricate a culture molded out of temporary scenes. Everything is but a bland facade to the boring and the mundane.

     We use to create with Love, works of Joy and Art.  From homes that stood for hundreds of years, to furniture that were lovingly passed from one generation to another.  Even those items of daily use, plates and forks, vases and trays, were conceived and molded with longevity and caring.

     Yet now we pride ourselves on our poorly made wares and easily replaced waste.  We showcase our trashy new goods with a relish of bulk bought pride.  In our need for bargains we have become a disposable people. Our land fills with monuments of this unwanted disregarded foolishness. We waste and waste, feeling it is owed to us.

     Once there were artisans who build beauty into all they did. Now we shop for the now, not for the future.  Knowing that we can replace it tomorrow. Our works have no heart, they are empty, hollow and broken.

     Lost is art of creation based on Solidness and Beauty. Missing is the Love of making with the Joy of Permanence. Gone is the talent of molding that which will be passed into the future with longing. We discard in a frenzy of uselessness. And then dance among our mountains of trash and waste singing our songs of progress, all the while having no idea what it is that we have lost...