Thursday, June 24, 2010

Time Passed and Miles Traveled


You might have noticed the amount of time between this post and the previous one or perhaps my mentioning it draws attention to the time lapsed. A lot of things have gone on between then and now. I've gone on a few trips, varying from the ever crowded California, specifically the Los Angeles and San Diego area to the ever expansive Hells Canyon, Oregon. I've shown my paintings in my first 3 gallery shows, attended a wedding, met relatives I haven't seen in about 8 years, and searched for the elusive morel mushroom. In addition, I've also made a few design changes to my blog by expanding the width of the entries, keeping with the theme of the post, as well as updating the header and adding a few new products in the shop section.

This brings me to my pondering of the importance of space. Upon moving to La Grande, I've enjoyed the slower pace of life and the availability of more square footage, be it in between my place of residence and my neighbors, or in between the cars driving down the street. As humans, we see space and we are socially inclined to fill it. As an artist, it is my duty to turn blank surfaces into creations and designs. While waiting in line, we are often found rummaging through personal belongings or checking electronic devices. Writers block, vacant buildings, a barren field, an abyss, an emotional void, and space itself are all things humans want to conquer, encompass, civilize, complete,  consume. So I leave you to ponder on the meaning of space in your life and how society has affected your behaviors, beliefs, and feelings towards it. I also extend a warm welcome for you to take some space on this humble blog in the form of your much appreciated comments or fill some of the space in your home with some of my illustrated creations. :)

2 comments:

little miss spy said...

Great job on your blog. I love your thoughts about space. I live in Boston, but I grew up in rural-ish MA. I appreciate the space in my hometown so much more now that I don't have it. I love the rolling hills and the big yards. Having that kind of space makes me feel home. (But I still love Boston and my little apartment with its little fridge.)

I am Mike. said...

beautifully put, may.

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