Rock cairns. They intrigue me lately. A lot. Complete in their symmetry, their palette, their purpose. The process appearing simple. The reality that, perhaps, no, not-so-much. Stacked atop one another like short-term goals, small steps, decades working towards a big something. Each a dream deferred; together a dream attained.
Alisa Burke shares her journey here. A journey that easily defines the path so many Creatives will encounter.
Monette Pangan takes a moment to rest and reflect on how the present looks in the midst of her creative wanderings here.
And Sarah Treanor is mid-stream in a very personal year-long project devoted to Still Life. A play on words really. When tragedy hits home, our life becomes a series of still shots, quiet and motion-less — but it is still life, moving at its own speed with or without our full presence or cooperation. Life becomes a series of reality bites because reality (often) bites.
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore—
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over—
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
—Langston Hughes (1902-1967)
We hone our skills. We work on our craft. We shape our art. We build a life. We become the cairn, marking the path for others embarking on similar journeys, crisscrossing paths towards “who we are” wholeness.
In the words of LaDonna Davis,
Travel Spritely, dear reader