Friday, October 12, 2012
We met my brother early this morning for a rare weekday visit at a favorite park. He pushes the kids on the swings. Paige instructs him to push forwards. He grins with mischief and says "hmm... four words... blue, cat, swing, house..."
Paige sighs, rolls her eyes and says "oh brother..."
He is an artist. A musician. A creator. We talk about what it means to create in the virtual world. To put something out there in places which allow everyone to be a critic, an expert. How everyone has an opportunity to have a voice... if this is good or bad or just how it is now. How art is changing because of the change in audience.
We ponder about creating offline. How it is still art, and still worth while, even if no one sees it.
The trails and playground are empty. The voices of my children are the only sounds besides the leaves rustling and the rain drops dripping. There is comfort in the quiet. In the isolation of an early morning in wide open spaces.