And it happened.

I finally arrived in the 21st century and got myself a blog.

To be honest I think that probably the amount of terror that I feel in making a blog at all, is most likely disproportionate to the dangerous and death defying act of having and maintaining a blog. So. I put on my game face, grappled with what felt like hundreds of options, templates, colours and schemes, themes buttons and images and (whew!) here I am, relatively unscathed with a white blog with black lettering. Ta-da!

I’ve been wanting to write a blog for a while. I want to have a place that I can put all of my ideas and get feedback and feed forward and I can feed you and you can feed me (and my pet turtle when I go away on holidays), that way I hope our brains never go hungry (this of course is the opposite for zombies as they are always hungry for brains). I digress. Also I confess I do not have a pet turtle but have always dreamed of having one.

What is exciting me at the moment is the question in both art and life that I have regarding enormity and the minuscule, namely what is their relationship and how much do you have to effect one to effect other? For example the relationship between a cell and the entire body, a body and a society, a society and a planet, a body and a universe, a universe and a cell or atom. Brain exploding a bit.

How can we be more steadfast in ourselves and yet permeable to change? Is being able to be affected a helpful way of instigation of something different or a blending and homogenizing with something established?

Sometimes I wonder why I don’t see more people skipping around. What are the constructs that prevent us from this efficient, fast and enjoyable gait?

That is now one of my research projects for this week.

This week I skip.