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Hope is a shelter we live within, the words we use and the actions we take. It is the inhale as it is the exhale, the cause as well as the affect. Hope is the default setting that allows the birthing cry, sets the ongoing tone, buoy in the darkest of nights.
Life shows itself through the nuances of beauty, the weathered worn and aged: time and the perfectly imperfect. This is where the expressions of life and time are fully documented. Where existence is written under the shadows of everyday life. It is these markings of time, these yellowed leaves and warped surfaces that speak as poetry: muddled voices that tell our stories.
Carl Barnett Design/Studio
To trace the break that intersects rings of wood is to witness the archeology of time, visually reading the years passing and the stories unfolding. Life moves quickly if we let it, but held tightly in the realm of subtle beauty and halted in the amber of physical memory.
Carl Barnett Design/Studio
The love of life is paramount, as time ticks quickly. Our lives are in a constant state of distraction with social media, government ills and the troubling future, but it is the love of life that will be our counter, our guiding post and safe harbor.
This may be an exercise in simplification, a necessary paring down to inherent essentials of emotion and time: how we live and how we feel about our living. The facilitation of better living and the love of life is an intentional action of thinking and doing, the frontal cortex speaking to the open hand. It is this intention that opens up experience, inspiring the individual and in turn, the collective: an outward vibration, both in energy and act of kindness.
To love life, no matter the obstacle is not the easiest of tasks but one that can heal the deepest of wounds, soften the blows and inspire the resiliency required to navigate forward. This is where we are in time, an era of the resilient. A time for simplicity and clarity, acts of resolve and the inherent love of life.
For many years my belief system has been very strong. Mocked by many, but I held it as my own. I believed strongly in all that i did: the creative arenas and politics. Oddly I still believe this but no longer can see it. It all now seems a fog of sincerity, something one aspires to like being polite or sitting up straight. Congeniality.
However what i really want to do is shake the world, wake it up from its depressed and deep slumber. But one cannot wake the sleeping when lying amongst the opium flowers.
I worry for the future, for those who’ll live within the mistakes we have made and continue to make. Our children and theirs will need to be a different breed, of a different mindset and stronger bones. Though I do not know them, my concern runs deep. I want to tell them to stand tall, feel hope as they know will, to own belief and to sleep only when tired.
I believe strongly in what the creative mind can do. I DO.
Image - George Kroustallis
I always find it interesting what others do and how they live, inspiration comes to me in many forms. Architecture, art, design and language are the passions I pursue, often to my amazement and frustration as I am quickly humbled by many. It is however, a willful rabbit hole I often find myself within, digging and sifting through all that I aspire.
In this era I hope for a lasting meaning, search for a connecting dot and pine for the answers only inspiration can bring. Often I listen between words hoping to find the unintended answer, only to be happy with quiet space. Spoken words sometimes are mere noise, especially the current political agenda.
Kristian Riska - Hostler Burrows Gallery
Inspiration can be found within many creative arenas and individuals. I am constantly reminded of this by way of social media and my searching through books and the internet. One particular person is always in my head, tethered in emotion and intellect, reminding me to “never give up.” This is what inspiration does, pulls us through and shines a needed light.
To gather from many sources, is to build the needed arsenal that counters the issues that face us. As the list grows, so too should our actions as we search for resolve. This is not a battle, but perhaps a call to metaphorical arms, to beat back the myopic and inspire what’s possible. To build the future is to envision the bridge.
Editer - Carl Dellatore
