Things I Think: Blog as Art

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Sometimes the the day to day life I live at work feels like an Andy Warhol painting series. Seemingly ordinary. Repetitive. Colored, though, to appear just a little fabulous. But repatative. Relentlessly at times. Harmlessly.

But it brings in the bucks. So who’s complaining.

I look around the office and imagine my own art installation. In it you walk into a room filled with cubicles. And inside each cubicle a cube. All unifom and indestinguishable one from the next. It’s painted entirely in beige.

Each cube inside each cubicle, though, has a hole in it---big enough to stick your head through. When you do you can see a video screen filled with wonderful images and suddenly hear delightful sounds that cheer and warm. Perhaps some, though, are filled with sound and images of peace, or sadness.

Sights and sounds of a life. The media contents of each cube totally unique from the contents of any other.

It would be simply called “The office”.

This is the world. At first glance filled with drones. But each drone is an individual. And each individual is beautifully and wonderfully made. Each life is filled with drama and importance, no matter how common it may be thought.

It is said that life is more rich when we we stop for time with roses. I believe this is true.

And we are the roses.