How a space feels is paramount: its emotion. Inspired by the objects within, and those who engage. We are gatherers by nature, attempting to make sense of life, or at least the emotions we have towards it.
Astrology is the precursor to astronomy, it was the way then of understanding life under the black and vast unknown. A process of unraveling the mysteries and wonders of living: our need to order the chaos.
This is how we live now, making sense of the emotional and the chaotic, by way of the physical world: culminating science and poetry. Science speaks to the factual, the outside world, as poetry speaks to the inner world, the landscape of emotions.
As we move forward in centuries, the mysteries are lifting, we are showing ourselves who we truly are. Science has made strides, the stars that were once gods we now sit upon, looking back at ourselves: who we are, where we are. Though science has opened up the world and the unknown, emotion remains a great mystery. This is where creation steps in, where poetry of words and objects express all that we are, within the swirling obyss.
We are losing our way, as we find our way. The light that we search for is us. As we destroy we rebuild, surrounding ourselves with meaning and purpose that moves us forward: building lives that inspire.
This is how we live and what we strive for, what the north star has always pulled from us. To seek, in a sense is our way forward, filling the gaps in between.