So this popped up on my timeline from 2014. Prior to being attack. I have always had an installation arts. I love the idea of having “adult” spaces that brings out the inner child like wonderment. Where you can just be. Or not be.
I also was able to practice this a little bit running a farmers market. There were parameters to it but essentially it was about creating a fun, cultural, family like atmosphere around health.
We had live music, dance classes, cooking classes, gardening classes, tours, contests, giveaways, volunteering. Every Saturday you knew you were going to see a familiar and kind face. A friend. That was part of the magic, the give and the take. The interaction. People left with a bag full of beautiful organic vegetables but also left with memories …. skills…. feeling good.
So I always thought about these things in a grounded ways. I spent long nights before our 8am opening to make sure everything was perfect. That people were going to have a good time and those who were performing (vendors, artists, chefs, interns) had all the tools to do so.
Magic takes work. But it’s worth the memory.
I’m still interested in installation arts. But requires money space. I’ve already priced out one installation and it would cost a lot. Although when I’m not being harassed (rarely) I will mull over more cost effective materials but again with out going too far from my original dream. Mine. No one else’s.
It’s a great passion of mine. Especially after working on issues in this world where people and corporations are so ugly and greedy. You just need some beauty in your life.
Some day when these Entities leave.