Meaning Beauty Detail
There are a few things I know about my self and my life. I know I obsess over meaning. I have a conceptual mind. I have a need to understand, sometimes what is truly a given. The sun rises, the sun sets. Beauty. Alas, I am a self confessed nerd. An over thinker. When my mother passed in January all meaning left. Sucked out. Marrow from bone. Now, meaning I find is indeed a matter of living. A matter of sifting. Of rediscovering. A matter of choice. I don't understand our society. Our world. Sometimes, often, my self. But I do understand choice. I understand desire and passion. Honestly, sort of. Emotions are complex. I understand the need for meaning. The need for beauty. Meaning and beauty both are not easily understood, but somehow both give clarity. Solace. I spoke briefly once with Jayne Michaels who mentioned being from California and Utah and of her mother being an artist who paints. This has informed her work. Their work, of 2Michaels Design. I appreciate how Brad Ford's childhood in Arkansas has informed his interiors. How Vicente Wolf's work brings in the world. The world of meaning. Of beauty. I do not pretend to have the answers. Nor do I wish to have them, all. What I have is choice. What I have is the desire for meaning. The desire for life. To make meaning. To give beauty.