These are not my photos. I am unable to tweet my photos from my phone. (What a terrible sentence.) The Facebook app wasn't working either. The above photo was taken by someone else today. On the way home from work, I stopped at the Museum of Art and Design to watch Joe Magrum construct serpentine designs around the perimeter of the Museum. He was taken hours and hours to do it--taking his time, making it more complex than it had to be. But the complexity was beautiful. Wish I could show you!
People were trodding upon it, oblivious, but that was the idea, built into it. It was getting messed up before it was even finished, which I loved and I loved that Magrum didn't seem to care. When you are a sand painter, of course, you don't care--the medium is so ephemeral, which is its beauty, right?
I don't know what I'm getting at, getting to. All of this seems to be a rather easy metaphor for something.
One thing I think I need to do is let go of the need for perfectionism. I don't necessarily think of myself that way (as I'm so poorly groomed), but I think that is something that maybe has held me back, kept me from trying.
Inspiration: Messing up
Looking forward to: Writing morning pages the same time as Lara on Sunday morning.
Legwear: Shiny black leggings for the air conditioning in the library.
such beautiful colors!
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