In observing the happy accidents around me, I find that the things least intended to be art are the most artistic. It's why I keep my window open year-round (except for summer), if only to catch a whisper of something profound ascending the nine floors up to my window. It's why I so love the sounds of musique concrete and tape manipulation, the seeming human calculation in the aural landscape of the world around us.
More and more lately, I have been attempting to take in things as they decay (by accident) and are deconstructed (on purpose). One such occasion recently came when I was taking down vinyl lettering from the walls of my internship. When scraping a wall for an hour on end, one must find little ways to entertain oneself. After observing a co-worker's half-finished wall, I was quick to note the poeticism in his deconstructed title wall and accompanying description. Then, when taking utility knife to my own wall, I decided to stretch my creativity. Deliberately choosing each word I removed, I was able to form incidental poetry, only existent for moments each, but allowing me the chance to indulge constantly in creative practice.
I hope to share that observance and effort with those around me. Take only a few more minutes to indulge in the tasks you create, and the streets you walk. You will be most overwhelmingly rewarded.
"Tree of Codes" by Jonathan Safran Foer
Photo by Flickr user Heather Quintal
That is truly beautiful. I was reminded earlier about the concert violinist Joshua Bell and a social experiment in which he played in a subway (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UM21gPmkDpI) one of the most difficult pieces ever composed on a $3.5m violin. No one really paid any attention because they were in too much of a rush. Its a good reminder to stop and smell the roses, or at least look around you.
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