Little dots and pathways back and forth and back and forth finds its way into my work regularly. Often the dots are red. Lately they’ve become white. And in my mind’s eye, I see them suspended in three-dimension. Ideas, thoughts, obligations, time–moving through the ether. When I pull back to see the full picture I understand how they converge together…but so often I am caught up inside the movement, tumbling within the chaos.
And I ask myself, when do I need to be the movement and when do I need to push back against it or diverge from it?