Opus Vida – An Individual Life
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All wish their deeds be appreciated. A hen squawks with pride, "I just laid my egg; I just laid my egg," and others join in with her exuberance, even the neighbors a couple houses down. With mine, though, it's generally, "get out of the nest, I want the nest, get out of the nest, I want the nest" until the offender makes way. The offender could care less. She'll leave when she leaves. Three nest boxes but they still call "dibs."
Welcome to My Life – 71 Years and Counting
An individual is born, lives a life accumulating things, ideas, experiences, and then dies. Where go the artefacts generated through that life? Family is first on the scene, going through the remains, but family have only so much space so the pickings are small. The individual's life is forgotten except for photos kept and reminiscences among themselves. How many generations of photos are kept? How many stories remain? The experiences and ideas. Who gets my stuff when I'm gone? Who really cares? My guitars, songs, writings, stories, essays, drawings – the stuff of my life – furniture I've made, wood that I've worked, things fabricated.
We chronicle the lives of "important" figures throughout history. Very few of us warrant a gander: the hopes, loves, dreams, ideas of the rest of us. What's your story? What's your song? What have you done? We can be Tom Hanks when he made fire in "Castaway" - "look what I have done!" Lest we forget ourselves, let us say "look what we have done!
– Thom and Willy