by Henk ter Heide on Friday June 6, 2008
Describing painting by Frank Licsko and Qiang Huang and wood carvings by Vittoria Salati.
I’m somewhat in doubt about whether I should link to the paintings of Frank Licsko because I usually don’t link to sites with nudes on them. But most of the paintings are of landscapes.
This next set of paintings is a bit strange.
On my daily search for nice pictures I came across a picture that, at first glance, seemed as though it was painted by a child. But the colors where so clear that I put it aside for further inspection.
On looking closer I found that what looked like a set of paintings actually wasn’t. It where wood carvings colored with acrylic.
Farfalla Briciola by Vittoria Salati
To finish for this week a nice blog with still lifes by Qiang Huang. Recently he has done a lot of flower arrangements. But if you click back you’ll find other subjects like this Christmas piece with which the artist wasn’t very satisfied.
Ornament on oak by Qiang Huang
Beer bottle by Qiang Huang
by Henk ter Heide on Saturday October 27, 2007
Thinking about the relation between autism and identity.
The last few weeks I’ve been thinking a lot about the difference between having autism and being autistic.
When I first started writing about autism I talked about having autism primarily because there are more searches for the keyword “autism” then for the keyword “autistic” and I wanted my writings to be found. Even so I had to correct myself several times. I’m prone to using the word autistic.
In the mean time I also read about autism. At first I read about the symptoms of autism and those article were written by experts in the field who always talked about having autism.
The last few months I try to read article that are written by people that have experience with autism themselves. That turns out to be much harder for the simple fact that there don’t seem to be many people with autism who blog about autism.
But the few I’ve found are adamant in their opinion that it should be “having autism” and not “being autistic”.
They seem to hold the same opinion I come across at the sheltered workplace were I work. “I’m not a wheelchair but I sit in a wheelchair.” Or a more clear cut explanation: Not being able to walk or to see or to lift heavy objects is only one of my qualities. It’s not my foremost quality.
But I still haven the feeling that it should be “I am autistic” and not “I have autism”.
So I’ve been thinking about the difference by comparing it to being gay.
I’ve defined myself as being gay, although it is indeed only one of my qualities, ever since I was 18 yr old.
I discovered that I liked men when I was sixteen. For two years I thought about what that meant for my life and what kind of problems I would have to face and by the time I was 18 I came out of the closet. I have had my fair share of problems but I must say that hardly any of them had anything to do with being gay.
But there is more.
I’ve met several thousand gay people over the years and in general they had a good life and were happy with the choices they had made.
I’ve also met some 50 to 60 men who like men and without exception they have a lot of problems. Not only with their sexuality but with all parts of their lifes.
They don’t like the job they have. They don’t like their girlfriends/wifes. They don’t like sneaking around (although they only think about it but never actually do). And most of all they are always afraid that they will be found out and loose every thing they have. (Although I would think they hardly have anything that is worth anything.)
Reading about the problems that people who have autism describe I’m reminded of a lot of the problems that are common with men who like men.
Fears of the consequence of being different. Fears of being bullied. Fears of not fitting in. Stories about painful remarks people have made.
What I miss are stories about solutions. Thinking about the sort of problems you’re likely to face and how you will deal with them. Instead of being blindsided the moment it happens.
So what’s the difference?
Well the difference between having autism and being autistic is something I’m still thinking about. But the difference between being gay and liking men is something I’ve solved years ago.
Sexual preference is hereditary. It’s something that just happens to you. You don’t control it. It’s something that makes you different from other people and they will react.
Identity is a choice you make. Usually it entails thinking a lot about your main characteristics. It means that you’ll have to think about what you want from life and what you want to change. You’ll have to think about what you could change and how to do that. You’ll also have to think about the characteristics you can’t change and how to deal with those. You’ll have to think about the kind of problems you’ll have to face and how to deal with them.
It’s a lot of work to think about identity but at some point you’ll be finished. You will have a blue print with a describtion of the way you want to live your life. Although this blue print won’t prevent you from having problems it will make it a lot easier to deal with those problems.
Twenty five years ago I had dozens of strategies about how I could deal with the kind of problems a gay man could face. I’ve forgotten most of them because I never came across any of those problems.
I’m not sure why that is. Maybe I was to pessimistic about what could go wrong. Or maybe I was able to recognize problems and avoid them. Or maybe I displayed so much selfconfidence that people left me alone.
This time I think it’s probably better to just define an identity for myself to steer my choices. I don’t think it’s a good idea to spend to much energy in thinking out strategies for situations that might never happen.
I define my identity as autistic gay artist who will get back at his ideal weight of 65 kg at some future point.
by Henk ter Heide on Thursday June 21, 2007
Did you know that every day about 170,000 people start a blog and about 120,000 blogs die?
Apparently most people blog for about two months and then they give up. Since most people who stop blogging don’t write a goodbye note nobody really knows why, but probably because people run out of ideas to write about.
I never quite understood that. There are thousands of subjects in the world and being on the Internet you run into them on a daily basis. So how could you run out of ideas.
Swimming trunk boy portrait blending colors 1th sketch
But this morning I run into my own little dip. I had the feeling that I was nearing the end of my rope. That it would be only a matter of time before I’d run out of things to say.
There is only so much you can tell about yourself. I’ve told you about autism. I’ve told you about my work. I’ve published my old stories that tell a lot about who I was before I found that I’m autistic (all be it in Dutch). So what to talk about next…
If this was just a other personal blog intended to tell the story of my live this would be the end of it.
But this isn’t just an other personal blog. This is the place were I publish my drawings and although I don’t know what I could talk about next, my drawings are still going strong. There are a few subjects I want to learn to draw; people, animals and trucks. Every time I run out of ideas about the next subject for a drawing, I try one of those and without exception I find that I have to try some new technique and thinking about this new technique I have several ideas about drawing I can do.
The stories I tell aren’t that important. In a sense they are only bait to get the search engine to index my page.
After climbing out of my dip I discovered that I was to pessimistic. Actually I’m still gaining speed. As I predicted a while ago my drawing skills increase and with that my drawing speed and the joy of drawing.
This week I even missed a few of my favored TV shows because I was busy drawing.
As for stories to tell. I have some. Slowly I’m getting a nose for interesting stories on sites as digg and in newspapers. Something else that I though of was something we did in school. You’d get a picture and had to think of a story. I make my own pictures, lets see if I can think up a few stories.