Helping me move into the new frontier of inkjetness has been a worldwide effort:
B.B. (Brooklyn - some say a foreign country)
R.V. (the Netherlands)
I know, at least according to my friend Andy -- that many of your eyes (is that the proper expression) glaze over when you see another entry about inkjets. But that is the way of diaries - I think they are some sort of negative indicator, or problem oriented. What would we write about if not for problems and annoyances. Were it a perfectly happy little world (yeah right) - there would hardly be any blogs at all. Maybe there would be no art, no science, and we'd still be living in the stone age.
Speaking of the stone age - I think that there may be another inverse relationship: the artist vs. the religious. In the beginning, the artist and religious figure were one: you might call this guy (and I suspect it was a guy), the shaman. He was responsible for putting the images of your prey on the cave wall; not only to make a pretty picture, but to give magical powers to your hunt.
As we became civilized (don't look too far into that word), the two roles got divided. You had your one guy to take care of your spiritual needs, and your one guy to take care of your artistic needs. Both they still, were the two best games in town for trying to make sense of a chaotic, and at times meaningless existence.
So it sort of makes sense, that given this separation of powers, you should find that the more one finds meaning in art, the less one looks to religion for same and vica versa.
In certain ages, the two may have gotten intertwined: church sponsored paintings etc. - but this was a monetary necessity on the part of the artist...