Introduction of me & Zart
If you already know about me and about zart and just want to see my works, buy a book or read a bit from the blog journal, click on what you’re looking for up on the menu bar. If none of these things apply, let me introduce myself.
Hello. I’m Michael Littlewood Biddison.
Most folks call me Mike because that doesn’t take as long to say. Short and to the point.
Zart is rarely short and to the point. Zart is a long and winding road… with short and to the point places to rest.
Since my early twenties I have been making art objects, paintings and sculptures (longer if you count my paper mache green snake in 5th grade with Mrs Micky). For people who have collected or commissioned my work or come to my shows, they generally think of me as an artist. It’s also what I went to school for.
Since I was 14 I have been writing and performing music by myself and with various bands. I mostly made my living in this way until my mid 30s. People that have come to my performances, collected my song books or bought my music on cassettes, CDs or as digital downloads (no 8 tracks sadly), mostly think of me as a musician.
There are other things. I’ve been building things, repairing things and adapting things with various tools since my early 30’s, For the people that have had me work on their houses or furniture or gardens, many of these folks think of me as a carpenter or a restorer of sorts. When I became a father in my mid 40’s, well… you can guess I was often seen as a dad. I could go on (and I do in my full featured book Zart, the art of everything).
The point is that while many people see these things as totally different kinds of things. I never have. It all feels like making art to me. Making a family, weaving a community, building a shed, making a painting, creating a garden, cooking, all of it is a creative opportunity. All of it a way to more widely love my life. Zart is the art of everything.
While I see these as art, over time I have realized people are confused by the word. Art has a reputation for being hung on walls, protected in galleries and museums. So I have decided to make my own word and define it how I would like it. Since Zart is fairly squirrelish and hard to capture, I realized it would be most fun and thorough to write a whole darn book about Zart I thought that this might make it more plain how all things could possibly be part of the same quilt. So, open a door any door. And there is zart.
