Ah, the magic number of everything, as taught to us by the great Douglas Adams who showed us all how a different perspective can save the world. In fact, one of the reasons I love science fiction as a genre, is that it always manages to frame the reality we know, as a small part of something greater than we could ever imagine. In some ways it's scary to think of the endless possibilities in existence, but in another way it can be the most liberating feeling to realise just how insignificant you are.
You know when you face a long week of living, and expect certain things to happen, but they don’t? It's nice to have expectations countered when those expectations are of let downs and disappointment. So let's revel in the fact that the world can still continue to surprise us, no matter how well we think we know what's going on.
I should probably attempt to draw a link between existential tangents and the pursuit of creative practice. At least then I can make excuses for why I tend to go off the rails a bit in these posts and get all abstract up in this blog.
Faces are pretty cool, don't you think? They're all so detailed and full of interesting language that we are hard wired to interpret and connect with. I love it whenever I hear a thing about how as humans, we're pre-disposed to see faces in random configurations of shapes. Turns out that it's useful for us to recognise two eyes and a mouth when we're out in the wild; especially the ones that want to eat us.
What a week we've had here in the little old south of Aus; where the rain has continued to beat down with wind and storms and… well it's been a bit wild and wooly all up. I've had to put off a couple of small painting related things that need to be done outdoors, for fear of everything blowing away and spreading wet colours throughout the land. Good thing I love winter.
