Thread That Binds

There is a common thread that binds together art, design and space for me. It is emotion. My exploration into who we are, where we are and where we're going. It is the thread of life and my need to question. To inspire and be inspired. 

This is my authentic self and belief system. My mental and emotional compass that guides. The building blocks of all that I have become, all that I have erased and all that is to come. This is my manifesto. My map.

I believe how we live can inspire our future. That creativity can spur change and that space has emotion enough to uplift and move the mind as it moves the body. I believe this as fact, as tool of trade. Arsenal in the good fight. 

CB 05/27/18

How We Live

How we live is how we think and vice versa.

This is what vacillates our movement forward. What inspires change. It is not theory but fact. As throwing stones. Mind over matter, future forward action and Inspiration. It is the bud of a flower, expanding. 

To create the future positive we must build the foundation now and be inspired by its patterned work, its complex beauty. We must allow ourselves to be inspired by each moment as makers of dreams. As doers. 

We must then, create the beauty we wish to see. The change we wish to be.

CB 05/23/18

Yes Is More

It is creativity that will save us as our morality is flawed. We are human after all. Perfectly imperfect. Our focus should be more on new ideas. Ones that elevate our lives, fills the cracks and eases our weariness. Rather than designing walls, we should be designing new democracies. Better ways of living. More possibilities, as yes is more. 

CB 05/19/18

Simplicity

I owe much to silence and simplicity. These days I spend most of my free time reading in silence and now writing about the silence. So much can be taken from something so simple. So honest. It's almost empowering how this time allows my brain room to think and breathe. Room to stretch out and relax, float and travel. 

I've become increasingly more of a minimalist. Most of what I have is tucked away, though still knowing it's all there annoys. It all sits and waits for me to donate the last lot. The last collection of things I have no use for. 

Things. The hangers on that have no emotional value, no real purpose other than to remind me that I have a lot of things. How many bowls does a single guy need? It's not that they make noise it just seems as if they do. As if their mere presence stacked in drawers vibrates an S.O.S. Reminding me of their neediness. My need to fill a hole, which now I fill with simplicity and silence. 

Simplicity for me is the counter to the ever growing noise. The growing worry and complexities of our contemporary world. It is the boiling down to what for me feels right. What matches my emotion and supports my belief system. Simplicity then for me is a mirror. A grounding. 

Silence within simplicity is a magnifier. It accentuates physical space, almost to a density. It can have a heaviness or it can uplift. Either way, you know it's there. We know its presence. We feel it. Much like love, we feel the ache or exaltation. 

In this time of mass consumption, mass production and black screens, I crave the opposite. I crave intimacy of space, objects of the hand created. The intimacy of body and thought. This for me is the continual sifting of what matters. Life. To surround myself with the sensuality of connection. The intimacy of beauty and all it entails. The magnitude and magic of a simple moment. The desire for more from less.

CB 04/14/18

If It Brings You Joy

If it brings you joy, go there. Do that. I am trying to etch this into my brain. To create a positive mantra. One that reflects the simplicity of what I desire in my life. Carving a new neural pathway over all the others that have become as tangled hair: criss-crossed layers of miscommunication. 

Sometimes it feels like digging a trench with a needle. But when I realize again the intent, the needle becomes a back hoe and joy floods in, filling the void. Water to parched land, meaning to purpose.

If it brings you joy, go there. Run. In this era of totalitarian deeds what is needed is quick action. Mind over matter. To surround oneself with what brings joy and love, meaningful human experiences. Learning and growth. This then brings fortitude, brings a willingness to counter what our todays toss out. 

We have been given a heavy weight, one that will break us if we drop it and walk away, turning our attentions from what stares us down in the name of god and country. If we turn away, what brings us joy is the superficial, the shiny and temporal. Bells and whistles. Weightless wind.

If it brings you joy, go there. Hold it. With all else said, in the end we all die. We all have this moment, now. Human experiences. Hold it. Hold them. Surround yourself with love. Hold the hand that holds your mind, holds your body. Your emotion. Hold this and you hold back force as dam to water. Light to darkness. Hold this and we hold what's possible. What's needed. Desired. 

I had a dream the other day where my mother visited. It was so real she may have. She told me as she stroked my hair, I need to pick one or the other. All in or all out. This is life. This is what our future is asking. Demanding. All in is where I have chosen to be. To push the obstacles and pull the opposition. To pull back the rising tyranny till it stumbles, falls backward to where it belongs. The past.

If it brings me joy, I'll keep it. Tuck it away, somewhere safe.

CB 04/07/18