Wednesday, February 19, 2014

To Know

To Know, you must seek to find

To Find, you must seek to discover

To Discover, you must seek to explore

To Explore, you must seek to leave what you know

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Backwaters, swamps, and deserts

We are undoubtedly entering a golden age of digital design. 15 years ago I caught that bug. I followed no anointed design school road; I learned it places far from the magic coasts. Backwaters and swamps hidden from the bay and the sound of trumpets of the new age.

What do I have? What do I know?

I'm an outsider to what's in. I am a span across canyons. I designed where no one wanted it. I kept caring while others zombied. I tended fields called barren and watched as fads and trends multiplied around me.

All while I learned.

Now I know what it is to coax a daisy from dried ground as others compare swaying treetops. I can speak of bringing something out of nothing when all there is, is a crushed seed and a drop of water.

I guess sometimes I wish that I had grown a tree or two. I didn't though. Not yet.

The lines I drew and didn't
Drew me here today
Words I said and swallowed
Tell me what to say

Burdens carried and dropped
In every moment weigh
Winds I faced and turned from
Steering me this sway

A shaped heart, crafted
A vision worn, once and future bid
Notes now in grid

Before you a designer
Take that as you will
A tired whiner
Stubbornly pointing still

I'll do what you don't
I'll try when you won't
I'll embrace when you avoid
I'll build when you've destroyed

A mover of the mixed
A winner for the lost
A dotter of weary eyes
A son of all tease crossed