And I’ve got great news—I’ve been accepted into the art & design foundation program I will be using as a basis for continuing into graphic design. My own limits prevented me from accepting the first offer of admission I received for graphic design fifteen years ago. I instead a chose a path of increasing resistance. I went against myself. A house divided fell under the accumulated strain of wasted potential. From the wreckage, an opportunity for healing, growth, and rediscovery. I am so happy.
The featured image in this post is a set of lights at city hall illuminating an art installation called There Is No Away, 2015, an extended exhibit first shown at Nuit Blanche in the same year, and pictured below.
It’s literally (and I mean actually, not figuratively, since apparently now literally can mean either…) a pile of garbage. Several piles of garbage. I walked around skid after skid of compressed, bound garbage—there’s no escaping it. To throw something “away” is a misnomer. Everything has to go somewhere. Away is an illusion created by the places we cannot—or will not—see.
The featured image in the post is also me. I knew it as soon as I saw the shot in the camera. I see in the dark, casting light into the places we try to hide our garbage. I see the excess and waste bound before us in tight packages, stacked in front of us in a growing challenge to do better. And I know we can. Because we must.
I looked at this metal and wire structure with head and hands made of light and saw myself looking at the world the same way I looked out into the sky and saw myself looking back at me.
An entire planet to call home. An entire sky to explore. An entire universe to discover.
Welcome back.