I don’t know what they are called, the spaces between seconds – but I think of you always in those intervals.
∆ Salvador Plascencia, from The People of Paper (McSweeney’s, 2005)
Love has its own tempo. It is long, and slow, and it evens out over time. A traditional gift tied in a bow can be an expression of affection, but being present in receiving that gift, too, is love.
As the world turns on, I wonder how we will maintain our relationships, and at what speed our connections will take place. I think it's worth remembering that maintenance is about nourishing what already exists, and that sustenance in love is about passing the imbalance back and forth, with patience.
What would be your perfect day?
Physically exhausted by the surf, emotionally wired creatively, feeling delirious, creating, constantly thinking, strategically high, naturally fried.
There is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it will never exist.. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open.
you're not obsessed with finding your own 'art style', you're obsessed with finding your unique value proposition. you're obsessed with developing your brand identity. you're obsessed with positioning your art as a memorable product in the minds of consumers so that you may have a chance at competing with all the other 'art brands' out there.
in the pursuit of your aimless, shallow obsession, and at the expense of wanting to turn your art into a business, you've forgotten why you turned to art in the first place.
Incessant notifications are not the future. A connected mind is not a distracted mind. We need to design software that calms and strengthens.