
Of Coffee, Creativity-& Immortality- This post is co-written with Dr. Bruce Sawhill, Stanford educated theoretical physicist and mathematician.
Of Coffee, Creativity, and Immortality
I am at a point in life where I do not want to be surrounded by broken things. I’d rather not have the thing at all than it be broken. I want everything to work.
The Denial Of Death
Perhaps this is a denial of death and decay, the cruel one-way nature of time and entropy. Perhaps it is just being tidy.
This is a time of year of gifts and things, so my introspective nature turns to the nature of made things and their purposes.
This obsession with functionality has gotten me to the point where my eye sweeps the room and I no longer think, “There’s yet another undone job.”
Now I see mostly things that have been checked off, like a sailboat leaving her mooring with all lines coiled and winch handles in their pockets. Books have been written about tidying up, notable Marie Kondo’s The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art Of Decluttering And Organizing.

HMS Surprise (replica), poop deck
Phase Transitions
Perhaps there is a phase transition in functionality. It stands to reason there might be such a transition in our daily environment.
The objects of our daily lives have networks of functionality (I still wonder who bought the first fax machine), and a gradual decrease in the proportion of dysfunctional things could yield a big and seemingly sudden jump in systemic behavior. After a lot of slogging, suddenly everything is humming along nicely.
I feel that one’s daily physical surroundings mirrors one’s inner state. Nancy thinks about inner state all the time, I think about physics and the world of things, forces, and motion.
The psychologist John Gottman has talked of a phase transition in the relationship between a couple, and how being in the land of “yes” radically increases the chance of them staying together. This is a network of two peoples’ inner states, agreements and conflicts intertwined and interdependent.
For two years I have lived with a broken coffee machine. It turns water into copious clouds of steam, snorting like a restive dragon in its lair, much commotion and no coffee.

Generic coffee machine
Adaptation
So we’ve adapted by going old-fashioned—boiling water in a teapot and pouring it into a cone-shaped filter. It’s tasty, but the old coffee machine just sits there, demanding to be fixed, mocking me with its mute brokenness.
It seems that nobody fixes anything anymore, they just pitch it and get another one. Things are cheap, time is valuable.
First I try to fix it, purchasing special tools to take it apart. Online instructions say, “just pull on Hose A, it comes right off.”
It doesn’t. In fact it requires what I call “annihilative force,” the use of a force so large it would reduce the machine to flinders.
Applying such force, perhaps with an axe raised overhead, would give a frisson of momentary pleasure. With a deep sigh, I decide to be a capitalist lemming and look for a new one, one that will last.

Drawing of axe
I hurl the old one in an aesthetically satisfying parabolic arc.

Parabolic trajectory
Reading online reviews for coffee machines yields interesting and disappointing results. No matter how much money one spends, reports of coffee machines failing in a short time or never working at all are common.
Loose Correlations
There is a tacit belief that more money will get more quality, but it is a loose correlation. And there’s a belief that if one spends a boatload of money, one will get something that will last practically forever.
Apparently not.
Serious quality is not on the menu at any price.
Things built and bought are like Platonic cave-shadows of their ideals, mostly imitative form with only a hollow gesture towards function, weak and ephemeral.
Perhaps they are artifacts of an age of devaluation and alienation, the churnings of an unstoppable machine like the Sorcerer’s Apprentice. Do we run the machine or does it run us?

Paul Dukas – Theme from Sorcerer’s Apprentice
Dispensing With Function
What if one were to dispense with the idea of function entirely?
This starts to sound like Art. Art doesn’t have to “do” anything in the physical and functional sense but move the person who experiences it, although sometimes it might have to match the sofa.

Art and Sofa
Art is usually a physical thing, but it is not subject to the constraints of utilitarian physical things. Concepts like “fixed” or “broken” do not readily apply, let alone “new and improved.”
Art decays with time, paints fade, marble etches and stains, steel rusts, but it still persists.
Some art, like music, is continuously made anew by new people and instruments, a property coffeemakers can only dream of.
This is a different kind of decay, not planned obsolescence like industrial output. Creativity is deeply connected with our inner lives, only peripherally connected with transient external physical reality.
Since artistic creativity is decoupled from usefulness, it is also decoupled from the exigencies of time.
Art Abides
A utilitarian device needs to fulfill a certain need at a certain time (coffee now!), but art abides.
Art has one foot in the unchanging and the immortal. The other foot is in the physical realization of it, the blob of impasto paint, the rosin on the cello bow, the granite and the chisel.

Cello strings and bridge
It is this straddling of the everlasting and the immediately manifest that evokes the adjacent possible, a portal into a world beyond the boundaries of one’s life and understanding.
Perhaps it is even some of the motivation behind buying art – it is like purchasing medieval indulgences in church to ensure one’s place in Heaven.
Art confers the option of immortality by association.
The holiday season is a time to reflect on what matters in our lives, and how much those things have in common with creativity. Pour yourself a cup of coffee to go with your contemplation.

Cup of coffee
With gratitude from my studio to yours,
Nancy
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Love this reflection! I came out of a dark week with a few good belly laughs and a resulting lightened load because of your reflections. I think it was actually that orange sofa and it’s accompanying monster sized sofa painting that brought me back to the land of the living once again! Thank you both.
That was another good laught !!! I think you need a german coffee maschine !
Art is the only proof of the existence of man.
Thank you for the fun with the coffee machine. Great to get your head to look at life around you in a different way. Taking my paints out right now! 🥰
Your comments are very meaningful and come at times when they are needed
It’s 4 o’clock in the morning and I am fighting with myself about being a slug and staying in bed or getting up and painting. so I decided to read this blog of yours and I will get up in a minute but I’m going to read it again just because the coffee issue translated into my life as a person who runs a farm . It really hit home but with humor because my entire life has been living on that precipice every day…. fix it time versus money and increasingly the solution has been to reduce the “things“ in my life to absolute essentials. because time now has become measured by to paint or not to paint. Deciding not to paint is usually because I’m stuck. As my painting goes so goes my life.
I’ve been to the place where you were with the coffee pot so many times….. an infinite number of times with chainsaws and leaking tractors; trying to figure out how to reassemble a broken ladder nothing anybody ever taught me but life has taught me. To the point where now I can do too many things and again it calls me away from painting. I’m not an abstract painter I sometimes wonder what kind of painter I am . but it doesn’t matter as long as I keep painting . and when the balance is sought every day to find a time to paint that very situation creates tension and obligation at most and ultimately guilt . So your wonderful blog made me laugh at myself as well as a coffee pot and everything associated with it. I will now have a new point of reference when I get frustrated or too hard on myself. Remember the coffee pot and your attempts to fix it and I’m laughing out loud while I’m reading it again . You just single-handedly turned a day in my life around which was going to be another downhill slide to the finish having done no painting that day again into the possibility that I might just say screw it all and spend the day in the studio. Thank you
I enjoyed reading your thought-provoking blog post. Keep creating cool Art. Happy Holidays!
Sounds like me. Stupid coffeemaker is supposed to last forever. Same with furniture.
Interestingly, though art has no ‘usefulness’, it is one of the few things that survives (unlike the coffee maker).
Thanks for the thought-provoking post.
Yes, I thoroughly enjoyed this provocative ideas given. Thank you.
I am thankful for your blog each week. The insight makes my head feel bigger, and the humor gives me the best laugh of my week. You are the best!