More Sauce!

in some way shape or form our creations are always evolving whether we alter them or not it is the paradox of interpretation being the original creator of the previous posts i have analyzed them to see how or what can be added deleted or changed and i realized that the previous posts and a great deal of my writings are like an unsolved jigsaw puzzle once i become estranged from the project and come back to it i have a whole new perspective the image completely changes the project looks totally different than when i left it thus altering it can either become easier or more difficult

my perfect 

you are my baby

my star

could one be more perfect that you

is there something i can add, maybe

so far

what more could i do

sometimes change is good baby

i like you the way you are

after some careful review

i'll try to just remove your gloss

but i promise to give you extra sauce!

sphere of life

As I learn and grow in an environment that is conducive and encouraging for my creativity I am also learning how to channel my thoughts into a concentrated evolution of processes.  It is somewhat like that task of trying to illustrate the whole universe in a short story book.

All things inherently beautiful to me have
unclear lines
curvature
natural flow
elegance in simplicity
fluidity

Once you start to think inside the box of traditional framing

you begin to see the sphere of life

you appreciate its curves

you see no boundaries

boundaries are illusions because the world is limitless

you see the fullness of everything around

no more being boxed up, freedom

Life starts again, fresh with new ideas & new perceptions

   Now if we could only break the bubble that we live 

oh what a world.

This bubble is yet another barrier for which life is 

layered

Sometimes we're trying to burst bubbles within 

bubbles within bubbles 

breaking free to live that dream we dream every night

     I wouldn't mind staying in my bubble 

There is a whole world inside my bubble with cities & towns

Maybe you should come inside my bubble and I into yours

Our bubbles could intertwine as if to create a mega bubble 

you need not be able to see

you need not be able to hear

just feel and imagine the possibilities

Fun with Beads and Paper

So, here's the thing. The system of the beads themselves takes on a form which allows for more continuous formations and systems of shape and function. Unconscious...no, but unintentional is more likely. If you look at the beads as a metaphor, or as a means to something else, they work as a system we create for yourselves and our intellectual intentions. Whether the beads (or paper) serve another purpose or form is what can be interpreted with intent.

This is why people may create something with a specific intent for its use, yet someone may use the object in a totally unintended manner according to its creator. This is where the methphor comes into play. The beads represent an infinite amount of possibility, yet perception may be limited when it comes to the user. I may have a completely different experience than someone else with the same beads, because the possibilities are numerous and sometimes even effortless.

The Flux of Framing

So I've been really trying to grasp the concept of Flux in a way that I can competantly convey it in a cohesive presentation. Flux as I understand it is somewhat of an organized chaos and that exactly how it works for me. In thinking about all the different ways frames are used in the world I began to wonder about everything framed. Every single thing has a frame. Thus, flux takes on the task of organizing what seems to be complete chaos.

my skin is the frame for my body
my bones are the foundation of this frame

flux is the miraculous way everything sticks together

Everything works in this way. What is organized really isn't organized at all. It all just seemlessly comes together with what we see as very little effort at all. How amazingly chaotic! My project is coming into existence in quite the same manner. After all the rationalization, everything makes sense and the grass grows, the birds chirp, and we go on living in organized chaos.