(reflections in our front door. the only editing I did was to color correct or enhance, it really looked like that with the fog!)
fresh year. new planner. goal lists. blank pages.
and yet here I am again, starting out the year with....blurry edges.
Its one of those times when art tendencies reflect life tendencies. Ah, those moments.
People sometimes ask me why I like blurry pictures. Aren't they imperfect? Out of focus?
In the pages of my mind, blurry pictures are like the underlined paragraphs with dog eared pages and correlating ideas written in the margains. They are the aha moments when you feel assured in your gifts of discernment and decision making that last just long enough. See, and even those two sentences didn't make much sense.
They are the moment your eyes fog up, but never quite let the tears out. And everything sort of swims fiercely around in your head and in and out of this smudgy scene, whatever it may be. Usually a road at night for me. The headlights just sort of melt past. Life seems so simple and so complicated at the same time.
Juxtaposition. One of my favorite words. When you put two things together for a contrasting effect. They really seem endless. Nature and Machine. Motion and Stillness. Organic and Geometric. Sacred and Profane. Tension tension tension. Its what makes life interesting, what makes it worth exploring, what keeps me seeking.
Well, welcome welcome two thousand and ten. I shall use this rare moment in time to look back and reflect, learn, and put all of this positive motivation into color coding my new planner and being a better email responder. For this moment, yes, I will put my life into resolutions. But though they may seem clear cut, I know me better. The edges melt into each other and drip off the page.
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