One of the nice things about quarantine is the opportunity to exercise old skills. For example, I think you’ll notice from my feed moving forward that I’ve been fucking around with layout again. This is a result of my digital spring cleaning and an inventory of my hard drive folders, I came across some of my design work from 15 years back. Most is stuff I can’t show much of due to various Non-Disclosure Agreements, for which I have simply forgotten the statutes of limitations of. But when I saw them, I realized that I still fuck with the ideas I had back then. That they are still in my head and that I could use an outlet to get them out. So here goes.
There are times when I find that I am totally alone in my thoughts. Sure, you can talk with people about and get those thought out. There are therapists, your friends, your family. That often leads to catharsis and the act of articulation itself can bring clarity and order. For me, I get that with my wife. She shares most of my experiences and burdens as a creative, a business owner, and as a parent. But even when I feel understood and when the burden is shared, there will always be a part of that burden that can only be mine. I suppose that this is rightly so.
Do you believe in demons? Is it fair to think that if you do, then you should also believe in angels? This fascinates me. Many times when you hear about demons these days, it’s about a haunting inside one’s own mind. The proverbial “demons in my head.” Voices of torment. They sow seeds of despair and fear.
So what would the angels in your head sound like? Are they pushing towards good, creating light internally? How come we don’t really have tattoos of them?