I don’t know if it’s more art or more @blankexperiment I need in my life, but fortunately the two go together like PB&J.
Jenny understands. Jenny knows that sometimes hearts feel as though they might explode. That sometimes it hurts to feel so much. But that sometimes, most of the times, feeling so much is really the most beautiful, painfully beautiful, thing about being alive.
Ink paintings by Katherine Smith-Schad.
This weekend was beautiful. I am tired. My throat is sore. I am overwhelmed with the length of my to-do list and feel the weight of it all as I sit, slumped, in front of my computer. But even as my fingers type out these words, I feel my spine straighten behind me, and I feel confidence in my own strength. I rub my eyes, and I see, through the smoke of all our muckings, that humanity is beautiful. And I feel the warm glow of gratitude well in my chest for the amazing people I’ve been fortunate enough to encounter in my life; those who have been, and will be for years, and those who step briefly, in, and out, like a new dance move I don’t quite understand.
little things upset me more than they should.
like how i just bought new printer ink, and having just bought new ink, i thought it would be ok to print 125+ pages of notes to help me study, and i even sat there and patiently fixed the collation that inevitably gets messed up when i try to print on both sides, and then about 80% through it starts printing only half legible pages and tells me my black ink is low, the one i just changed, and of course, when the woman had offered me a second ink cartridge at 50% off i had declined because i thought, really, when will i need to buy ink again?
and then sometimes
i get emails from beautiful humans.
telling me they hope that i wake with peace in my heart and mind and that they look forward to the next time we get to sit together in reflection and love.
and i sit, and take a deep breath, in and out, and i smile, and i write these words, and i get back to work.
A modified record player that plays tree rings. Video here.
A tree’s year rings are analysed for their strength, thickness, and rate of growth. This data serves as a basis for a generative process that outputs piano music. The foundation for the music is certainly found in the defined ruleset of programming and hardware setup, but the data acquired from every tree interprets this ruleset very differently.
you get an email from your friend’s mom
and everything instantly sharpens, like you just cleaned the glasses you didn’t even know you were wearing, and now, with the dust smudges wiped away, everything comes into perspective
and you remember
that even though there’s a lot of ugly
there’s also a lot of beautiful
and sometimes all you need is a little rain
some words from a woman who has lived a few more years than you
who doesn’t even realize that her seemingly random out of the blue notes couldn’t come at more perfect times.
who doesn’t even realize that as much as she says she is grateful for you, you are ten times as grateful for her.