Looking with Both Eyes Open

For two hours every morning and every evening, I take a bus into New York City to work. I’ve been doing this for three months now so what started as an uncomfortable four hours has become routine. I barely notice the ride anymore. I had sat on the same side of the bus each day until one day two weeks ago all the seats on my usual side were filled. I found myself sitting on the opposite side of what I was familiar with. Looking out the window that ride home felt like a whole new ride.

Familiarity leads to unfamiliarity.

They say artists see the world differently, but I’d argue that artists see what’s really there. I saw John Maeda speak last month and he said artists are like kites; the wind is always there, but kites helps us see it. Maybe artists simply show us what’s already here.

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I’ve been thinking about music a lot lately. I’ve been digging through my iTunes listening to some older music, albums I’ve either forgotten about or simply just haven’t listened to in a while. Listening to them, I’m amazed at the memories that have been coming back to me.

In this video, Rob Bell talks about this ideas as well. Music reaches something deep inside of us, something rational thinking can’t touch. Music connects to us and it connects us to each other.

“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.” —Aldous Huxley

I think this is the inherent power of art. I’ve been thinking about art and its purpose and I started thinking about the pedestal we tend to place it on. Why do even build museums and galleries? How’d we decide that art deserved this significance? I think it’s for this very reason: art connects. Look around an art gallery and you’ll see people from every demographic. Art attracts everyone, it binds us together. Like music, art taps into something inside us and takes us somewhere else.

That door is locked

If while wandering around the inside of an art museum I come across a door that’s solidly locked shut, what do I do? Well, if I’m emotionally immature, I might wrestle with the door’s handle, or maybe fall to the floor and try to peer beneath it. I might throw a tantrum because I can’t get into that locked room. I might squat beside the door, fold my arms, and determinedly try to imagine everything inside the room. There are all times of ways I might waste my time outside that door.

But if mature, I will simply assume that those in charge of the museum know what they’re doing, and for whatever reason don’t want people going in that room. And that would be good enough for me. So I would turn away from the door, forget about the room, and go back out into the museum where all that wonderful art was waiting to enlighten and inspire me.

—John Shore (via)

Why worry about the future, what’s next, our five-year-plans and what’s behind all those locked doors when there is so much here, now, that is wanting to inspire and enlighten us? That door is locked and I’m learning to be okay with that.

Being Available in Response

I’m currently working my way through the terrific book Seeing is Forgetting the Name of the Things One Sees, a biography and series of interview with the artist Robert Irwin by Lawrence Weschler. I’m finding myself marking it up all over and finding lot of passages resonate with me and my approach to design.

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“I just keep on writing and thinking and drawing, which I continued even after I stopped painting. I don’t know whether this is true for other people, but it is certainly true for me, that after years and years of drawing it does become a little easier. Unlike writing, which remains as difficult as ever. So while I’m at the stage of a new writing project where I am vaguely hearing, rather deafly, the demands of a new train of thought, the drawing goes on every day. It is that rare thing that gives you a chance of a very close identification with something, or somebody, who is not you. So maybe it is not so different from storytelling after all.”

I really enjoyed this Guardian profile on John Berger. I watched Ways of Seeing for the first time a few months ago and just finished his book of the same title, as well as a few essays from his Selected Essays.

I like his writing a lot and I like the philosophy of his approach to art and attempt to discover the deeper meanings behind it. Ways of Seeing had a profound impact on aesthetics and for me personally, changed the way I come to a piece of art.

Hallways

I couldn’t tell you anything particular about that day. It was late May and the weather outside was similar to the weather today—sunny and warm. A spring day that makes you long for the summer. It was my junior year of high school and I was in Mrs. Zelinski’s English class. I sat second to the back in the second row from the wall next to the large window that looked out over the courtyard where the seniors ate their lunch. I’d get to eat out there next year. Mrs. Zelinski had an array of plants sitting in the window sill on little plant stands and hanging from the drop ceiling. All high schools seem to have those drop ceilings.

The window was opened and there was a breeze blowing in from the courtyard with the sounds of the seniors eating their lunch making Mrs. Zelinski’s plant arrangements rustle and sway. I sat there in the second to the back seat in the second to last row and a feeling of nostalgia came over me, blowing in from the courtyard. I don’t know what it was. It wasn’t a particular memory but it reminded me of what it was like being a kid. Mrs. Zelinski was talking about Ernest Hemingway but I was thinking about something else.

Where had my childhood gone? Wasn’t it just yesterday I was playing in sandboxes and drawing cities on my driveway?

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Lots of projects are finishing up this week! This is a small booklet I’ve been working on to showcase and share my manifesto. The manifesto is central to how I approach design and I wanted a printed version of it to compliment the web version.

The book features a tabbed design with each principle getting a little longer and following the same colors from the website. The first page starts with a square and as you progress through, a side is added to the shape until you get to the last page, where the circle has been replaced with a world. It’s a visual metaphor of sorts for the main ideas of the manifesto which boil down to the idea of building a better world. Notable quotes are highlighted and called out to make for an easier read if you desire.

(And, if you are interested, the manifesto is still available in poster form from the shop. I think it would look really nice in that empty area above your desk. Just sayin’…)

“Art, in the platonic sense, is about truth and beauty and love.”

Chris Bangle, former Chief of Design at BMW, in a lecture called Good Cars Are Art

I’ve been a fan of Bangle for a few years now ever sense seeing Objectified but I seriously was not expecting a lecture like this. While the lecture was called “Good Cars Are Art,” I think an equally appropriate title would have been “Design is Love” as he dives into some philosophies of love and design through a story of where he learned about both.

I scribbled down quite a few quotes from this one and will probably return to it frequently.

“Apple reaches for greatness without apology. Market share and profitability are important only as outcomes. They are not its purpose, which is to achieve the “insanely great.” It is as if they are on an ongoing Grail quest. (As Professor Henry Jones said to Indiana: “The search for the Grail is the search for the Divine in all of us.”)”

From a reader comment on Andrew Sullivan’s The Dish.

I love this. Money should never be the goal. The goal should be to do “insanely great” work, whatever that may be for you. I think doing good work is a lot easier than simply trying to get money. If you can do good work, money will follow. Reminds me of one of my favorite Walt Disney quotes: “We don’t make movies to make money. We make money to make more movies.”

One of my favorite scene from Woody Allen’s Hannah And Her Sisters. I watched this recently and I think it sits alongside some of Allen’s best. (via youmightfindyourself)