Making Mayhem
Melancholy and mercurial madness is the mayhem I manage.
Gathering thoughts…
Gathering thoughts…
I think the hardest thing I’ve had to do is to decide who to be as a creator. Helping others explore and develop their creativity felt much easier than developing my own. There is such joy in standing with another creative and helping them t o aim their creative arrows toward their desired target. The radiant joy of achieving a goal is wonderous and…
I am working harder to not let my thought streams dry up. These are the moments that matter to me, the singular blips in time that I wish to hold and cherish. But what are moments but bits of life, sewn together. When I look back at the tapestry of time I've built, I'm troubled by what I see. Glorious highs get lost in the chatter of too many days without clarity. Maybe…
For years I've struggled with a mild internal conflict. Maybe like me, you see yourself as someone who is drawn to minimalism. There is something so appealing about clean lines, uncluttered spaces, and carefully selected objets de art. But then I turn and look at my own abode and realize that my heart is just not here for an austere existence. I like to keep…
We have steadily become trained to gather inspiration like a humpback whale gulping down thousands of krill. The constant inundation of images and concepts can confuse the mind and stifle your own creative spark. Really, the most profound moments of inspiration happen, not within the outer noise, but within the inner silence.
I am less afraid of artificial intelligence than I am of the artificially intelligent.