We forget how to live. Our society shames those who want to live. Don't tell me that getting up everyday to go to work is the way of life. Work. That word. It puts a shudder, a force that'd register 12.0 on the Richter Scale, throughout my body. It takes you away from family. It takes you away from your passion. It makes us need money. It keeps you trapped in a cycle that bogs you down from your 20's until you're retired or 6 foot underground. If you love your career, yay for you (no sarcasm here). However, how many of us can say they would keep going to that same job they are in, even for free? Really.
We went to Meow Wolf. That place IS amazing. I was in total awe, not just with the art pieces or the experience, but with the whole concept. A man, a household name for many, George R.R. Martin, purchased this abandoned bowling alley building. He, then, invited a bunch of artists to come and create a masterpiece, together. Different styles and personalities yet, they all clashed beautifully. It was a giant mess of an art gallery, but so passionately invested that there was a linear connection throughout the entire chaos. I. Loved. Every. Bit. Of. It.
I sat in the middle of the whole unit and tried to imagine every single artist who contributed. What were they thinking when this started? Did the end results exceed their expectations or were they, like almost every artist, not satisfied? Did they think it was a crazy idea and needed buy ins? Or did they have hours and hours at a round table, brainstorming with coffee and beer, cigars even? Did they, in their wildest imagination, ever think that the final result will draw all types of people? Finally, my last thought came to this: I hope they realize how fortunate that they got to be a part of creating that place. Not many of us can. Not many of us have free reins with creativity or the financial stability to truly do something we love.
Come to think of it, that entire "House of Eternal Return" is a huge meraki product.
I am curious, though, for each of you readers who actually got to this point of the blog, if you could do ANYTHING, really, anything... what would you do or be? As a little girl, know what I wished to be? Be an opera singer. Obviously, thanks to my youngest sis, Liz, who told me over and over when we were little, that I couldn't sing for shit, that didn't happen. I guess my timbre in opera has warped into silence: photos. And I am consciously aware with deep gratitude that I was able to go to the source of living.
just a mother who fled from society's constraints and is super excited to wake up to the outdoors, remain braless daily and teach her boys the art of boredom and discovery.