What old looks like

Several days away from the age mentioned in a song (First hearing this song while still a teenager, I clearly remember thinking the idea as so remote it couldn't even be a possibility), I am turning 64.
I've given up time to get to this place-and maybe some brain cells that help memory and some musculature that now causes me to recover not so quickly. Did I mention hair? Everything else seems to be still here.
I've gotten somewhat wiser, as the old adage promised (and more confused, according to another, more sarcastic adage).
I mourn the loss of many people and things, but I've always been sentimental. I've still never skied, can't swim very well, can't ride a bike hardly at all (poof! went the biker image) and cannot speak Spanish well (But I sure have tried!)
I have few close friends, but many good acquaintances. Like Superman,  I can see through artifice and, like Bill Skrips has always been, am a skeptic at every turn.
I managed to get my ass out of the locale I call my hometown-for better or worse. Spent many years in a big city and now can say I've lived in several rural locations. As any who know me know, I make art (again, for better or worse). Yes, I do other things, but this is what I got put here (or crawled out from under a rock) to do.
Yesterday, courtesy of NPR, I heard a young man interviewed who stated that whenever he left his comfort zone, things got a) interesting b) challenging  c) more rewarding than staying in his comfort zone. I had to take this with a grain of salt-not that I disagree, but it seemed almost flippant the way he spat it out-or maybe it's easy for him. Or maybe it is either the resiliency or ignorance of the young. The comfort zone is something I've struggled with a lot.
I will only say that (in my opinion) a comfort zone is where you feel  secure in your methods and products. Or you happen to be selling work hand over fist-you may not understand why or how you got there, but why rock the proverbial boat?
But this could also be a euphemism for a rut.
If this is why you started making art, fine. Stop there-read no further.
In full disclosure, if I were famous and selling work like hotcakes, my view here might go unquestioned and therefore I might not even be writing this.
But it's good and healthy to question your path/discipline/technique/subject, the life you chose to follow, especially when at it a long time. Much like car tires and water filters, check for wear (and rotate).
A comment I heard the other day was that we (artists) leave our critics and criticism behind when we finish art school. This leaves only you as the do-it-all critic for your work, unless you are a lucky sonofabitch. By this I mean you have someone you trust AND who is honest AND who is objective to offer you real observation on what someone from the "outside" sees (or finds lacking) in your work. I'm not talking about a sycophant or a groupie that loves you no matter what. A stone-cold critic is what is wanted. Too bad we can't hire talent for this, to get criticism from those who do not know/care about us, but are involved enough in the art world to proffer real insight.
Back to the young man and his comment.
It is hard to tear myself away from what I consider a good and pleasing and natural direction, to immerse myself in a strange and unknown medium. But I find painting (relatively "foreign" to me) to be the easier choice as it offers escape from my sculpture and a way out of my "comfort" zone.
But what is the result here? After getting my hands (literally) wet, can I honestly say that painting is the ticket, the way to new and earth-shattering experience?
Of course not. But the rawness/newness, the challenge, the not-being-able to work with eyes shut IS the reward. A ticket out of that comfort zone. To try and quantify the results here is akin to rating any new experience you have had in life…much like Wonder-Bread, all new experience helps to "build bodies in twelve different ways!"

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Will have to keep you posted…I bought some circuit-bendable items on which I'm going to do some work (Speak + Math and a Casio SK 1) AND an Arturia MiniBrute, which is a somewhat serious synthesizer…course, i have dreams of teaching myself music so i can "record" just what i'll do with this new toy (outside of make some very strange sounds)…
Dropped my Letterpress class as i just feel time right now is too valuable to commit to a 16 week schedule. This may also have something to do with the new dog that I brought into the household yesterday…at this point nameless (outside of the name given him by the shelter: Mork-I'm guessing that the name just came to the shelter, and after viewing literally hundreds of shelter dogs lately, naming each has got to be a daunting and necessary task).
He's a quiet pooch so far-his shelter photo made him look a lot like Sharkie, but he's about ⅓ of Sharkies' size and he needs to gain weight. We think there is some Rottweiler in his mix, but really dunno for sure. Disappointed in his size, but after one night, i think he's a keeper. He is not at all fickle about food, which marks him as one of mine-I've always been lucky with dogs that eat everything…Sharkies' favorite is watermelon and the only thing he turns down (but only occasionally) are slices of grapefruit.