Bounded atmospheres

Enjoying the minimalist geometry of this image by Surzhana Radnaeva on my wall.

Photo by SURZHÅNA ÅRT, all rights reserved. Reprinted here by permission of the artist.

At the risk of overexplaining things, I like to have this print in my workspace because I see it as a metaphor for the creative process.  There is an ambiguous mass of undifferentiated sensation around us, which we seek to order and control by drawing boundaries.  But those boundaries are artificial, and we can see through that artifice.  They are imperfect, with gaps, and they are mobile and can be easily repositioned.  So when I look at this image, I can contemplate where I want my own boundaries to be, in order to create the harmony and resonance that I seek to evoke.

Harmogu unlocked my musical brain

Sometimes things change you in unexpected ways.  I have been waiting for this phenomenon to subside, but after 21 months it shows no sign of abating.  Not only has Harmogu's music become my favorite in the world and soaked into my being, but it has also had a more far-reaching effect.

All music has come alive to me in a way that it had not for many years.  This occurs not only for the classical 70s/80s music that I sometimes blog about, but it is actually everywhere, including many new discoveries.  The perpetual soundtrack in my head that used to run when I was a teenager is back, but now it is linked with words and other creative activity.  My brain seems more flexible and mutable, able to elastically react in novel ways, because dormant regions have been reactivated.  My Weltanschauung has altered too. So, I constantly sing songs of my own invention now, and I am so happy about that. 

Harmogu