Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Working on a gallery wall for the living room and designed this simple graphic in a mantra that has been inspiring me lately. [Type is dear joe.] Movement has become a commodity I cannot get enough of in my life. In my youth I was in constant movement, dancing, playing sports, going from place to place. In the last ten years, movement has been hard to come by. I sit at a desk all day for work, or sit at home watching things on the computer, or try to sit and get some artwork done. The sitting never ends.
So much changes when your realize you have a limited amount of energy each day. What do you want to spend it on before you burn out today? It has rearranged my priorities. It has made me scrutinize my every daily decision and raised the expectations I have for myself, for my employer, for my social life, etc. Time is so precious. It can be stifling to figure out one's plan for the day; I get defeated before I even started. This is dangerous and can send me spiraling into a dark place fast. Everyday, I aim to do something, even the smallest effort, in order to move myself. It accumulates, if you can keep it up long enough. Hence the mantra.
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Wednesday, February 6, 2013
"I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go." - Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye
This pretty much verbalizes my feelings about life for the first 20 years.