Out of a world of mass shootings, bombings, child abuse, murder, depression, disease, and decay--a generally dismal world, you choose that burgundy throw pillow and place it at just the right angle on your sofa, creating delight.
We are kaleidoscopic in our love of variety in color, art, car, music, etc.--unless, of course, you fancy the plain and the same.
I have to have a little bravado to overcome fear and a little hope to overcome doom to move beyond.
From where do we get our ideas? How do we come up with ever-new variations of art, literature, or technology? How do we shape ideas into actual objects that reveal to others what or how you are thinking? What contributes to the shaping of these ideas? There is no simple answer, but it is fascinating …