2018: New Year, New mind. (On Death)

Perhaps man’s greatest achievement is making the world seem less hellacious than it really is.
– Vincent Fink

It’s been a big year of change for the world, a tumultuous holiday, and a Merry Stressmas for the Finks as well. We dealt with a lot as we moved into my parent’s old house. During that process my father, Vincent J. Fink II passed on. We loved him immensely and I’m still dealing with the pain. As if that wasn’t enough, I also lost my closest Houston artist friend, Michel H. Draper in the same day. It’s been challenging to say the least, but I’m slowly gaining my wits about me again.

I took this time away from artwork and the world to reflect on where I am in life and if I feel like I can do anything better.

To be the best man I can be, like my father.

It’s hard to live up to someone who was so good at everything that was important. He was my hero. He lived a life fulfilled too. He had everything that was important to him as well as a relatively quick death instead of slowly fading. He saw that happen with his mother and vowed to not go the same way. He was ready.

Losing him and my friend forces me to understand how brief this life really is and how fast death can happen. It’s the brevity of life that gives me the urgency to seize the day. You never know when your time is up so you better make each moment count.

I have always contemplated about what happens next… if there is an afterlife and if so what is it like? This is the greatest mystery of our entire existence. At least the dead know what is beyond. No more wondering for them. Most importantly, no more pain. They leave that with us.

“The first law of thermodynamics, Law of Conservation of Energy, states that energy can neither be created nor destroyed; energy can only be transferred or changed from one form to another. For example, turning on a light would seem to produce energy; however, it is electrical energy that is converted.”

So what does life energy get converted into when a being dies?

I like to think the energetic essence of what makes each of us individuals must convert into something else. At least all the information we gather in life is uploaded into a collective consciousness, referred to as the Akashic Records, for future generations to build upon. Maybe you wake up out of the simulation and see the real world. The soul carries on. It becomes a portrait in an ever-growing work of art, or concept album by a really good prog-rock band called Heaven.

The human brain could be more like an antenna receiving a signal from another dimension.

The brain interprets vibrations into our perceived reality, thoughts and actions much like a radio interprets vibrational transmissions into a signal we can tune into. When we die, that doesn’t mean the radio station stopped the broadcast, it just means the radio receiver is tuned out, perhaps to another frequency. One thing is certain: Now and forever, each and every one of us lives on as the vibrations we sent out into space-time. We are the electricity that runs the brain and we move at light speed towards the next destination. Perhaps as George Carlin put it, we all go, “to the great electron. *Wooaaam* *Wooaaam* ” imitating the noise of a giant pulsating orb of light.

One thing we certainly leave behind is our legacy. I’m sitting in part of my father’s legacy as I’m writing this on his desk. He left this house of integrity that I now live in which grants me some financial freedom from rent. I intend to use this gift to do even bigger, better things than ever before. My mission in life has always been to help heal the world with inspiring work. To raise the vibration of the planet and maybe help spread a little knowledge along the way. I gave my life to this purpose many years ago. In place of comfort and stability I chose to pursue an entrepreneurial art career.

Last year I made more money doing art than I did at my last employment. It took more than 5 years of struggle to get here but… here I am and I won’t stop till I’m dead.

In spite of all the success going on in my life, it’s become hard for me to be happy about anything lately so pray for me, or meditate, if your into that sort of thing. I meditate on happiness and healing. I pray for a breakthrough of some sort. Something that can make me feel like I will someday die fulfilled as well. Did my friend Michel Draper die tormented by a cruel world that didn’t appreciate his contributions?  I hope not, cause one thing was clear after his passing was the effect he had on hundreds of people, especially locally. It still burns a hole in my heart to not have him around as well.

In 2017 we saw an ever-accelerating change continue its exponential growth on earth. Bigger changes happening ever faster, for everyone. It’s truly a global awakening taking place. Big shifts and changes everywhere you look. The long-told myths of a new age emerging may be vindicated alas. How will you adjust to tomorrow’s world?

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This year, expect a furiously gargantuan art attack on the world.

Nature is ruthless, so it’s time to play her game. It’s time to complete the final stage of the Atlas Metamorphosis Project, once and for all, after 8 years of relentless commitment to a vision for my first art series. Once completed, this, along with newer bodies of work, will push my career to greater heights.

After some reflection, a fresh perspective will emerge…

6 Comments for : 2018: New Year, New mind. (On Death)
    • January 27, 2018

    Very deep. Man. Awesome. I feel you. Hey – I need another “FINK” in my house … – preferable sun-sets. I am a sucker for those – ye’know. Hope to see you soon … I have my feelers stretched toward Austin / Lake Travis …

      • The Fink
      • January 27, 2018

      Oh boy, that sounds like a great place to go if you feel like a change of scenery. I hope if you’re thinking of moving you do get a chance to stop by the studio at least once again before you go. Thank you for always supporting me Olaf, it means a lot. We’ll talk soon about another sunset… I haven’t done one in a while, which means I’m probably due.

    • Mark R. King
    • January 28, 2018

    Great reflection and contemplation about the nature of life and the human condition from a macrocosmic perspective. I often feel as if my writings come through me rather than from me, so I identify with the antenna analogy.

    It is often said that a boy does not become a man until he loses his father. In many ways, I understand this after the sudden death of father several years ago. I think you may understand that as well. I am sympathetic to your losses, I appreciate the gifts you share with us, and I look forward to your continuing growth.

    • Tina Fink
    • January 29, 2018

    I do believe these lives we live are journeys in a human vessel. I find peace in knowing Vincent & Michel are on to the next destination where I like to hope and believe it’s a much calmer place and one experiences ease for the mind and soul.

    Your persistence and relentlessness is far greater than anyone I know. Because of that I have no doubt that your gargantuan art attack will be gargantuan.

    • Danny Foelber
    • January 29, 2018

    This is powerful stuff. I’ve been thinking about the afterlife as well since I lost my last two grandparents in the last 6 months. Both grandparents were s influential. My grandmother had 11 kids and built an amazing family, and was a loving grandmother to nearly 30 grandchildren. My grandfather, on my dad’s side, had 7 kids and was a Navy Chaplain. It’s nice to hear your thoughts on the matter. I love different perspectives, and yours is just that. I agree that the soul lives on, in the very least, through the memories and stories we tell of such impactful men and women. Thanks for your write up, Vince. Keep up the good work!

    • Matchu
    • January 29, 2018

    I miss Michel

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