an artist in a cubicle…
Salt. Basic and humble. What’s the big deal?
Essential to life. Seasoning & preservative. Still primarily harvested by hand. Oldest form of currency. The word salary comes from the Latin word sal meaning salt.
Is it any wonder that many of these expressions correlate salt to value?
- worth one’s salt
- above / below the salt
- with a grain of salt
- salt something away
- salt of the earth
- a salty (hunting) dog …
Salt, like currency, is essential to have enough. Enough saltiness to know your worth, speak up, and be bold. Enough capital to live a free life on your own terms, a.k.a. financial independence. Like anything, perhaps especially money, moderation is necessary. Too much is harmful. (hello #corporategreed #wallstreet did you hear that?)
So I am the Salty Old Lady. I think perfection is over-rated. I reject excessive consumerism, moral turpitude and dumbassery. As an artist, I crave authenticity. The unfolding journey through life and the evolution of character, regardless how flawed, is fascinating.
This is a my journey. After a mid-life mulligan, I’m now on the way towards accumulating my salt harvest. This is a work-in-progress. Come with me.