The curious play and harmonized dance
Creates intrigue with the a simple motion.
A reflection to gain a deeper understanding
Of the mystery in being.
I am overwhelmed by the beauty of the modern night, by the complacent dance of airplanes in the big, open, uninhabited sky. I am astounded by the unnatural movements that dominate the once whimsical night. The crafted zig zag pattern of overhead headlights feels like science fiction eerie in harmony, amazing with the complete overhaul of world above.
Nature has been transformed away from lure of the night sky mystery into a different meaning here in the heart of the city.
The patterns of the airplanes are distinctive, not abstract like the twinkle of the starry night. Art is about making mistakes, science does not understand this concept. Art is messy and bold, physics is well defined and stubborn with its limits. Science has definitive rules, natures is creative in breaking these carefully ordered and well orchestrated structures of definition.
It barren up there now, in the lonely sky, save for the flying machines. Modernity and technology may be convenient, but they lack the luster of the dreaming night, the spontaneity of the stars spark, the complexity of astrology’s secrets, the depth of the canvas that looms above. The nation of galaxies that had been a part of humanity’s eye is now a series of dashes.
I got a smart phone, like a normal well-adjusted modern adult. Which, because of the magnets in my fingertips and the inherent evil that my hands automatically spew upon the electrified world, did take some hassle to unravel at the neighborhood radio- shack- type store. It’s like the more advanced in technology something is, the more of an effect I have upon the ease of ushering it into my daily stream. Ask the lady at the electronics store today when she was trying to activate my phone. No no no there is no way I could activate it myself, I am not that advanced in wired communication. Seriously the strangest combinations of problems arose for such a simple routine. Yet, after determination, positive attitude, and closed fists, I am an owner of a smart and small device that you can also use to call people.
Because of this handy new tool, Marigold is experiencing a new way to express herself, in a quieter way.
Although I am currently struggling with the complications of Autumn, when I think about the warming and comforting fall flavors, I get those good Goosebumps. The chill is coming, but warming up with food is amazing. This is the definition of comfort food, it is a feeling of safety, it is a physical reaction of an internal hug. It warms you, calms you down, makes you forget about the harsh reality of daily living, transports you to serenity, if even for a moment.
Maple, caramel, clove, allspice, ginger, bay leaf, molasses
Pears, apples, pumpkin, squash, grains, beets, brittle, fennel, saffron, persimmon, bananas
Spiced rum, hot apple cider, dark roasted coffee, oatmeal stout, caramel
These are the flavors on my mind, and nature is my tool of inspiration.
This dish is to remind you of fall at a Midwestern cider mill. Apple cider doughnuts tossed in a rum-maple glaze, squash mousse flavored with chai spices, bacon brittle, dried apple shoe strings with sage.
Rosie the Riveter
My diamond lens
The kaleidoscope to my perspective
My sexy sidekick
My modern motif
You make the world beauty
And simply stated.
Art is about having a vision, expressing your stylistic mind, and being flexible with your grandiose designs. A concept can be amazing, but sometimes in practicality the idea does not pan out. Creativity is about being fluid, not getting too caught up in the one direction that you thought would drive your boat, steer your car, build your model empire.
I want to be successful, I want to make things so delicious that it is magazine worthy, that gives a lasting impression on your taste buds and also on your imagination. I had an idea, I thought about it a lot and hard and in many ways. I try not to get married to an idea without the proper courtship, but when an idea is born you get attached. The concept was solid, the individual components were stellar, but together the harmony was wrong.
I have great taste, but if the final play does not match the concept, it is time to tweak. Not start over, or consider the idea a failure, you have to be flexible and confident enough to come up with a new strategy.
Do not consider yourself a failure because it didn’t work out the first, second, or hundredth time. I want to be perfect the first time so bad, that I have to remind myself that art is an evolution, and being successful takes a lot of patience. Creativity is knowing when something is wrong, and coming up with new ideas to lead your project in a different direction. You might surprise yourself with the new, unintended outcome.
Art is growth, simplicity is complicated, and rules are fluid.
Today was a learning and humbling day, but through this process you gather strength in your artistic eye and salivating mind.