Moment

Current Reading: The Man Who Forgot How to Read by Howard Engel
Current Music: Shine by Joni Mitchell
Mood: Wide awake
Smells: Apple and Oranges
Sounds: Back ground conversation
Temperature: 74 degrees and humid
Thoughts: Never, ever pay someone in full before the job is completed, never.

Ambient Art & Large Prints

Camera: Nikon D70s
Exposure: 0.25 sec (1/4)
Aperture: f/18
Focal Length: 40 mm
ISO Speed: 200
Exposure Bias: 0 EV

This is to go with the photo from Monday that I would also like to see printed in 40 x 60 or even larger. Hot steamy day in Pittsburgh, I am going to the pool.

The Original Whatever

What follows is a zygote of an idea. Once a week I will be posting snap shots of my current writing project. All posts will be titled “The Original Whatever”.

One of the various tribulations I have when writing is that I do my finest, creative, and most philosophical stuff, “the brilliant work”, when I am nowhere near a pen or a computer. What you are currently reading is not my best work. Sorry about that. My best work is done while driving, daydreaming, falling asleep and during conversations. I am a terrible person to have a conversation with. Ninety seven percent of the time I am not listening to you. Why? Am I just that bad-mannered? Maybe…. Most likely it’s because you are asking me for advice that I know you will never utilize.

People are always asking me for my thoughts, opinions on “stuff & it”. “What should I do”, or, “what would you do”. Questions are always being posed to me. In all actuality, I have no idea why people are at all interested in my words. The fact is that I only have three answers to all questions:

Answer One: It will take effort on your part
Answer Two: Forgive him (yes, it’s always a him)
Answer Three: Shut up about it.

My Top 10 things Pittsburghers love about Pittsburgh

10) Traditional Pittsburgh foods: Primanti Brother's sandwiches, Pierogies, Pasta and all foods starting with “P”. “P” is for Pittsburgh…we also love pickles, pop, plums, pop tarts & the P.S. of the food chain, Iron City Beer, Isaly's chipped ham ...

9) Smoking – The reason PGH will never be the next New York City is the love of all things smoking. Pittsburghers love to smoke. The city smoking ban has been rejected by a wheezing vote of 9 to 1. I do not smoke, don’t tell anyone….

8) Distinct suburbs – We love our little colonized home town. You can find the relocated European landscape surrounding PGH. There is Polish Hill, The Italian Strip District, Slovakian Alley and Mexican War Streets.

7) Girls with back tattoos – Not sure how this caught on but for some reason women of all ages love to get tattooed on the upper back, right shoulder. Very nice on prom night, wedding day and after the women gains 30 lbs.

6) Everything from the 80’s (hair, music, fashion) – This may irritate some ‘Burghers but it’s true, Pittsburgh culture stopped dead in its tracks in 1985. You can place blame on the movies The Breakfast Club, Ghostbusters, and Sixteen Candles.

5) Moving out of PGH and then relocating back to the ‘burgh – “Every time I think I’m out they pull me back in.” That phrase originated in Pittsburgh, ask my cousins Joey, Stevey, Pauly, Carmen and Stan. It is physically impossible to move away from Pittsburgh for any time longer than 3 years. Never been done, never.


4) The love of Bruce Springsteen and Bon Jovi – All Pittsburghers think that the 3 rivers of Pittsburgh is the New Jersey shore. If it was not for hating Cleveland, Pittsburghers would not even know that there is a west side to our country. In Pittsburgh, everything points east to the songsmiths from the Jersey shores.

3) Being in the cult of “Pittsburgh Steelers Fan” – Enough said

2) Pittsburghese, the unofficial language of Pittsburgh. It’s better than an English accent and chicks dig it.

1) PITTSBURGH, we love this place

Photo of the Week

I am quite found of this photograph, it has a large gallery feel to it. I would like to see printed in 40 x 60 or even larger.






Camera: Nikon D200
Exposure: 0.017 sec (1/60)
Aperture: f/32
Focal Length: 135 mm
ISO Speed: 100
Exposure Bias: 0 EV

Driving to the Bar

Getting to the bar Wednesday night became an adventure in creating my own reality. Making a wrong turn while driving in my own neighborhood should have been the first sign of creating a new reality. By the way, my reality is always funny, seriously “I cannot believe I just witnessed that” funny.

This wrong turn brings me to a small local shopping district that is on the cusp of rebirth. The business district is filled with Mom & Pop stores that were previously flooded out a couple of years ago. This quarter mile strip of local economy includes laundry-mat, hardware store, Italian restaurants, Mexican restaurants, couple of dive bars, one yoga studio and a county nicknack store (all things wood, all thing useless), hair salon named “cut and stuff” with and engraved wood plaque hanging at the store front presumably bought at the county nicknack store.

I sit at a stop sign at the end of this strip and giggle that I have just accidentally happened upon Mayberry RFD in this small town in Pittsburgh PA. The company my sister works for is based out of Mayberry RFD, it actually survived without the need of Andy Griffith. If Mayberry RFD and Andy Griffith mean nothing to you, keep it to yourself, whippersnapper.

Everything that happens next happens within a 45 second time frame.

Sitting at the stop sign directly to my right an old man pulls his two-ton truck right out in front of me nearly sideswiping my car. Old man drives away giving me the finger. I was hopping that he was flashing me the peace sign but he wasn’t. I sit at the stop sign. Approximately 15 seconds into this story, I’m still sitting at the stop sign, barely avoiding an accident and succumbing to full fledged anger that an old man flipping you off can cause.

Next, before proceeding forward I noticed to my left a pedestrian at the cross walk. Being the active citizen that I am I politely wave my hand out the window to let the pedestrian know that it’s ok to walk across the street. At this point, mind you, I’m still at the stop sign and still not moving. The pedestrian starts yelling at me to stop holding up traffic, he actually used an expletive. It hurt more than the middle finger. Looking in my rearview mirror there is nobody behind me. I press my foot to the accelerator.

I move about two car lengths forward to be stopped by an old lady riding a ten-speed bike, while talking on her cell phone steering her self blindly into the front of my car.

What makes this story even better, and the proof that I really do create my own reality, is the description of what the lady on the bike looks likes.

Sixty years old, at least, maybe 100 lbs, completely skin and bones, with the skin of a lady who probably started smoking while still in the womb. She is wearing teeny-tiny shorts with an oversized tank top with no bra and she was cold (EEEWWWW). Large style Jackie-O sunglasses, bright green frames and dusty gray lenses perched on her lower nose. Upon her head sat a thick blonde wig presumably taken from the dumpsters out back of Woolworth’s retail store back in 1978.

She hits my car but does not fall off the bike. She wobbles left, right, left again, regains her balance (quite impressively) then goes around my car. At no time did she stop having a cell phone conversation nor did she ever look up at me.

I love my reality…believe me…

Which is the right religion for you?

It looks like a three way tie for first place

Take the Quiz

Christianity is the second of the Abrahamic faiths; it follows Judaism and is followed by Islam. It differs in its belief of Jesus, as not a prophet nor historical figure, but as God in human form. The Holy Trinity is the concept that God takes three forms: the Father, the Son (Jesus), and the Holy Ghost (sometimes called Holy Spirit). Jesus taught the idea of instead of seeking revenge, one should love his or her neighbors and enemies. Christians believe that Jesus died on the cross to save humankind and forgive people's sins.

Christianity		85%
Confucianism		85%
Buddhism		80%
Paganism		70%
Satanism		60%
Islam		60%
Hinduism		60%
Haruhism		40%
Judaism		40%
Atheism		35%
Agnosticism		35%

The Original Whatever

What follows is a zygote of an idea. Once a week I will be posting snap shots of my current writing project. All posts will be titled “The Original Whatever”.

Essentially I am not a writer yet. When I get to pay taxes from the income earned from writing, I become a writer. Until that point I am just a person who writes. That coveted “er” of “writer” won’t elude me for long. I have been lucky enough to be a professional guitar play“er” and a professional photograph“er”, but as of yet Uncle Sam has collected no money from my written words. The two things you need to be a true working professional is your mother’s blessing and a W-2 form filed properly by April 15 every year.

So I get to be a writer, of sorts, so they tell me (forgive the un-taxed use of the “er”). This seems about right for the next move in my life. I have played a bunch of music, photographed a lot of people and had crazy amounts of life experiences. Basically, I have a lot of stuff to write about. Now, it’s time to sit down and write about all this “stuff” and earn a living off of “it”.

Creative Non-Fiction writing about “stuff & it”. I should be fine in the world of publishing.

Photo of the Week

Camera: Nikon D70s
Exposure: 13 sec (13)
Aperture: f/22
Focal Length: 70 mm
ISO Speed: 200
Exposure Bias: 0 EV

Serendipity or Deep Down the Rabbit Hole?

I have been reading the VALIS trilogy of books by the late Philip K. Dick. Today I read about “Ancient Tablet Ignites Debate on Messiah and Resurrection” in The New York Times.

“In February and March of 1974, science fiction author Philip K. Dick experienced a series of visions and other inexplicable perceptual and cognitive phenomena. For the rest of his life, Dick explored the philosophical implications and hypothesized about the origins of the experience, in a journal which eventually ran to hundreds of thousands of words. This work became known as the Exegesis”.

Serendipity or Deep Down the Rabbit Hole?

Moment

Current Reading: The Transmigration of Timothy Archer by Philip K. Dick
Current Music: And I Feel Fine by R.E.M.
Mood: Pleased
Smells: Coffee
Sounds: Quiet
Temperature: 85 degrees
Thoughts: If you can make people laugh and think at the same time you hit the Nirvana spot.

Craig Photography

Check out my main web site: It has been updated with a bunch of new photos.

Why the sun went away in Pittsburgh

7.01.2008 the sun came out in Pittsburgh PA. It's a peculiar feeling, the sun, if you were raised in PGH. For most of the earth's inhabitants, the sensation of the sun seems to be quite a comforting feeling, for Pittsburghers it's not. In Pittsburgh the sun is a veiled mystery of long ago stories told by the elders of the communities.

This is the story of how the sun went away, as it was told to me:

After forty days of rain an arc, captioned by a man called Noah, sailed by our door front calling for our dog to get on board. Our dog, being spiritually advanced, was called by Noah to help re-populate Pittsburgh. The dog refused to get on the arc, wishing to stay with its owners. The dog sent the house cat in his place. The cat, not spiritually advanced, angered Noah to a great extent. Noah cursed the city to gray, damp, cloudy skies for all eternity only to see the sun in a blinding haze every 120 days during morning rush hour causing great delays in the morning commute.

That the story of why the sun went away in Pittsburgh, nobody is quite sure what happen to Seattle?

Photo of the Week

Camera: Nikon D70s
Exposure: 8 sec (8)
Aperture: f/22
Focal Length: 70 mm
ISO Speed: 200
Exposure Bias: 0 EV

The Original Whatever

What follows is a brief zygote of an idea. Once a week I will be posting snap shots of my current writing project. All post will be titled “The Original Whatever”.


So I get to be a writer, of sorts, so they tell me, pending government approval of my tax status. This will make a lot of people pretty damn cynical and mad about the current state of writing in this country. Let me give you a list of reasons why I should not be a writer.

1. I am a terrible speller; even with the use of spellchecker I am still dreadfully bad at spelling. A fear of mine is that I actually write a book that people buy and I have to go to book signings and the public discovers that I cannot spell anyone’s name correctly when autographing their copy of my book.

2. “There”, “their” and that third spelling of “they’re” all mean the same thing to me. I toss “their”, “there” and “they’re” anywhere and hope for the best.

3. The use of commas, apostrophes and remembering to add “s” on to the end of plural words remain a mystery to me. Thank goodness for my Editor-at-Large, Elizabeth (my wife who can spell magnificently and totally gets the “their”, there”, “they’re” thing.)

4. My friends who actually want to be writers, who have degrees in writing, who have a trilogy of already completed novels, edited and saved on their computers, will be furious with me that I got published before them. (p.s. these friends are way better at spellchecker and grammar pro combined.) I am always calling them and asking “how do you spell that” and “what’s that wavy ~ symbol used for again”) Yep they will want to kick my ass and I will not even use my superhero powers of Creative Non-Fiction Man to protect myself. I deserved it.

Friday Morning

Fell asleep to a thunder and lighting storm awoke to blanket fog outside my bed room window. Started working on a new project, if my ego lets me, hopefully, I will share the zygote of an idea with you early next week.

Moment

Current Reading: The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid by Bill Bryson
Current Music: In Time by R.E.M.
Mood: Drained
Smells: Apples
Sounds: Crunching of an apple
Temperature: 83 degrees
Thoughts: Creative non-fiction is a writing genre not an oxymoron.

Photo(s) of the Week

Camera: Nikon D200
Exposure: 0.017 sec (1/60)
Aperture: f/4.5
Focal Length: 62 mm
ISO Speed: 400
Exposure Bias: 0 EV

Camera: Nikon D200
Exposure: 20 sec (20)
Aperture: f/29
Focal Length: 70 mm
ISO Speed: 100
Exposure Bias: 0 EV

Chasing a Rainbow for Joe Perez

This story may seem a little odd, but it’s a true story.  Well, actually it’s an event that reads like a story.  I chased down a rainbow last night for Joe Perez. Let me start out with some background on the how and the why I became involved in chasing a rainbow for Perez.

Perez is a write/blogger based out Seattle, WA.  Don’t you just love using phrases such as “based out of” instead of simply saying, “lives in”.  I do.  It makes my inner journalist smile. I have not yet met Joe but I have shared a couple of e-mail exchanges, one phone conversation, co-authored a short lived blog with him, and read his book. I feel confident in saying if I lived in Seattle, or better yet, if I were based out of Seattle, Perez and I would be friends.  With that being said, from this point forward I will be referring to Perez, as Joey. Why? Because I like adding a “y” to the end of all my friends’ first names whenever possible.  You cannot say names like Joey, Jenny, Mickey, and Glenney without smiling.

Back to why I was chasing a rainbow last night for my friend Joey. On Joey’s blog he uses an old rainbow photo of mine whenever he writes about gay rights and gay related issues.  I love the idea (and am thankful) that he has chosen one of my photos to symbolize a reoccurring theme in his work.  Here is the problem; I do not like the photograph that I took.  It’s a diffused, bland, grayish shot taken quickly before dusk set in.  I did not properly set up the shot; I did not use a tri-pod and did not even have the camera set to the correct adjustment. It is a snapshot, not a photograph.

That’s the back story, this is the how the event unfolded.

Let me paint you a picture of the rainbow I was chasing for Joey. This multicolored arc in the sky combined all seven colors of rainbows from bright red at the top to the beautiful violet beam closest to earth.  All shafts of light with the bright, vivid colors of a crayon box. From left to right this rainbow gently kissed the horizon.  Directly above this rainbow sat a second rainbow softly muted with hues of fading light. That was a majestic moment of the splendor and glory of our landscape. Come on, when do you get the chance to see a rainbow sitting  atop of a second rainbow.  Wow.  

As for me, I got to enjoy all these magnificent images sent from heaven above while driving along a six lane interstate highway doing 75mph at the end of rush hour.  It was right at the point when driving goes from sitting in traffic (the-non-rush-hr) to “get out of my bleeping way”, when the interstate becomes a NASCAR track.

I moved into survival mode, staying alive, taking pleasure in all the splendor of the rainbow and did not kill anybody, especially myself. Here I am, 75 mph, staring out my driver’s side window, listening to R.E.M. tremendously too loud on the stereo and thinking about Joey and how I would like to update that photo. Did I mention, no camera on board, damn, damn, damn…?

I call my wife, who is in the middle of editing a large photo project herself and I ask her to run outside and snap off a couple of shots. 75mph, staring out my driver’s side window, listening to R.E.M. tremendously too loud and now I am on my cell phone, what could go wrong?  My wife gets back on the phone, “no rainbow in the sky, sorry” damn, damn, damn…

What next? Have to pick up my daughter at the Grandparents damn, damn, damn…  I have no camera, my wife does not have a shot and I am running out of time and light. I feel like I am chasing a rainbow in a ghost town.  Nobody is ever going to believe the perfection of this rainbow. 

That’s the end of my story. I never got the shot for Joey and I will have to live with the photo that he is using.  I never caught the rainbow, only chased it.  Anyway what would I do with a pot of gold?

Hey did I tell you about the leprechaun?

Bio

1969: Life began and men landed on the moon.

69-72: Cradle years, no memories but I am desperately afraid of bars to this day.

1977: Second grade: First music teacher, drum lesson, he always called us girls. Never forgot his teaching.

1982: Seventh grade: Picked up the guitar and got good at sports (finally), well not very good just not embarrassingly bad.

1984: Ninth grade: First band called “The Blast”, and it was. Grew hair, made parents proud.

1987: Graduated High School, my parents proved the power of prayer.

1988: Went to college – Communication major – Literature, philosophy and photography came alive to me.

1989: Met Jesus and said “hi”, read a lot of Nietzsche.

1991: Understood Nietzsche, some of it. Had “The College Bar-Band”, wrote really bad poetry and song lyrics, great period of my life but not even close to the best period.

1992: Hello real world. That costs how much????

1993: Met Buddha, asked him “where did you get those sandals”, he responded “walk right down that middle path over there”.

1994 – 2000: Took a lot of photos, traveled the country and survived Y2K of pending death.

1996: Was given a dog as a gift, Kiani (a.k.a. –the K-man), the best spiritual teacher ever. Walked into the woods, discovered God. Actually the K-man introduced us.

2001: Put out first CD with Sarah Wilkins. Played a lot of coffee houses, churches and festivals, discovered that red wine and coffee are my drugs of choice.

2002: Introduced to Elizabeth, breathed air for the very first time.

2003: Put out first and only instrumental CD.

2004: Married Elizabeth, proving the power of prayer to myself.

2005: Craig Photography became a husband and wife team, best lifestyle, economical, decision ever. “E” and I rock as a team. Went to Italy, brought back a bean.

2006: Elizabeth gave birth to the “Bean”, we call her Ella. The “E –Team came alive.

07-Present: Smile all the time, best period of my life so far……

Moleskinerie

Typically, I am not one for submitting my work, but I did (here) and they published it.

Diary

Tuesday up at 5:59am, coffee, shower, more coffee, yoga, meditation, the morning routine. Prepared rice with mushrooms, sautéed vegetables for lunch, tossed in dried seaweed and pecorino romano grated cheese. Peanut butter and jelly sandwich on homemade bread for breakfast. PB&J never disappoints, have you noticed that? All other sandwiches can disappoint; too dry, too many condiments, soggy vegetables, what-not.

Finished Wade Davis’ book on Indigenous cultures. I cannot wait to read more of his writing. All too often when I find an author or book that I love I immediately read a second book of the same author. Then I spend all my time reading that second book thinking that I am not enjoying it as much as the first. This time I am going to place a couple of short novels between my Wade Davis reading. A novel by Murakami, this will make my fourth or fifth novel by him followed up with “The Great Gatsby” by Fitzgerald. Then I will immerse myself back into the writing of Davis.

8 a.m., traffic, morning radio, chilly sixty degrees outside. I am completely impartial to my surroundings. Hypnotic driving – not very safe, nonetheless a made it to my destination without hurting anyone.

Photo of the Week

Camera: Nikon D70s
Exposure: 30 sec
Aperture: f/22
Focal Length: 24 mm
ISO Speed: 200
Exposure Bias: 0 EV

The Culture of my Youth

As a young boy I grew up in a small town that had its own spirit and culture. The town was a blend of old-world traditions mixed with the current happenings of present society. This memory, barely twenty years old for me, now feels more like an indigenous culture in a world that has gone away.

My friends were either one hundred percent Italian or one hundred percent Irish. I was a 50/50 split, mutt blend of sorts. I would grow up to like beer with my spaghetti. I yearned for my last name to end with a vowel or to have the double constant of “cC” at the start of my last name. For me, my last name was stuck with five non-repeating letters with the vowels placed properly in the middle.

The ethnicity of our parents meant the customs of the old-world, “the mother land” as I would jokingly refer to it. Church, spaghetti dinners, team sports and yard work were the fundamentals of life. We were all Catholic with a large “C”. We listened to Springsteen, watched the Steelers and drank iced tea out of the cardboard box container, three for 97 cents from the corner store. This is when having a local economy and local store were a convenience of life. The 20 minute drive out of town to the Mall or the store was a waste of a good afternoon that could be better spent playing ball down at the field. The field was what we called the park that we would meet at everyday, I’m sure this field had a proper name but I never new it.

The seasons were marked by the change in the sports we played rather than the weather or the color of the leaves on the trees. Winter – football, spring – baseball, summer – basketball, autumn - more basketball and wiffle ball that was played on the basketball court after they took down the nets for the season. I never got good at basketball even though I have played more pick up games than most NBA players would dream of. I always thought if I ever wrote a book about my life I would title it, “Because I couldn’t make a jump shot”. Nonetheless poor basketball skills fueled my motivation for practicing guitar.

Sundays were blocked off for family dinners, watching football and sitting on the sofa. This was my town’s version of keeping the Sabbath. Commandments four and five were taken very seriously, sort of. Being of the large “C” Catholics that we were, keeping the remaining eight commandments were easy, no stealing, no murdering, no coveting all seems pretty simple not to break. Nobody was quite sure what “bearing false witness against your neighbor” was, so that one didn’t count if we broke it. Number three, not taking the Lord’s name in vain, was only a problem for the parents.

Grandparents lived within walking distance. Mine lived next door; great for getting an extra dish of late night ice cream, bad for sneaking girls into your house when your parents went away.

We were the sons of blue-collar fathers. We fixed our own cars, borrowed tools from our neighbors and mended fences. Truth be told, I never actually mended a fence but I am sure I painted one or two in my time. “Work with your back or work with your mind”, “bring the work to you instead of you going to the work”. That is what my Father ritually recited to me when working. Metaphors that turned out to be great advice for working in photography, blending your hands and mind worked out to be the perfect fit for me.

It is said that culture is watching the world construct itself before it goes, a gift from our imagination. My culture planted seeds.

Brief Moment

Current Reading: Light at the Edge of the World by Wade Davis
Current Viewing: The Worldwide web of belief and ritual by Wade Davis

Moment

Current Reading: The Post-American World by Fareed Zakaria
Current Music: The Scent of Light by Ottmar Liebert
Mood: Good
Sounds: Laughter
Smells: Coffee and tomatoes
Temperature: 80 degrees
Thoughts: Live your life well by living your life well, find passion.

The Best Photographer I Know

My compositional approach to photography (or all creative skills) is to keep one foot rooted in the ancient and one foot planted in the future.

The best photographer I know does not work in the photography industry. He works in construction. He walked away from the trade when a photograph became a lie. The idea of after capture manipulation combined with the layering use of Photoshop killed the art form for him.

Even though he has been out of the industry for well over a decade, he is still the most knowledgeable person I know when it comes to photography. Often when I am troubleshooting a workflow problem he will give me a back-to-basic (back to camera) answer. His comprehension is rooted in the classic approach to capturing an image. Light first, your time second.

He no longer owns a camera or reads current photography publications, nonetheless the depth and span of his craft is well intact.

I have found time and time again the best at their craft do not work in the industry.

When I was playing music on a professional level, countless times I would share the stage with much more established and popular performers. Frequently I found their talents to be superior in marketing than in musicianship. For myself, on numerous occasions, I would meet an older gentleman after a show that looks like he had never even seen a guitar, then watch as he picked up my guitar and listened as he schooled me on what true musicianship is.

Previously I have written about “Natural Depth of Field” and posted a photo and asked the reader to guess how it was taken. The photo received hundreds of hits and only one guess??? Why is before capture thought becoming less and less of creative thought. I am stating a new series that I call “Mystery Gallery”. Photography done in camera, no Photoshop, no layers, no filters, no manipulation or enhancements at all…

Question to the working artist out there: What’s more important to you--the past or the future of your craft?

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PODCAST: Tech Fatigue

Dan Allison, the POLYSEMY Multimedia Director, recently wrote a blog entry called “Feeling weary of the internet and technology in general“. This was cause for Dan and Matthew Dallman, our editor in chief, to discuss further issues raised in the piece, and in the course of the spontaneous discussion touch what we mean by technology, and how this relates to the creative process. This episode’s inquiry: Do we have a too-limited definition of “technology”?

Ambient Design (Therapy?)

Continuing with my year of all-things-ambient I discovered how important ambient is.

During my recovery from surgery, I was given a lesson on how significant my ambient surroundings are. After day five of laying in bed, my bedroom became a place of noise instead of a place of healing. The room has no feel, flow or vibe to it. It is the only room in the house that has not been designed around an ambient-minimalist theme. The room lacks purpose. In the rest of the home everything has a layout with an ambient design for function and flow.

To define the ambient-minimalist design would be to: First, think about the natural light then artificial light. Second, think about the color of the walls and the art displayed on the walls. Third, think about furniture that fits the space you placed it in. The last and most fundamental of ambient-minimalist design is if you see “it”, the “it” has a purpose.

Lying in bed I found myself daydreaming of these open spaces. Music, art, natural light, airflow, and plants all gave me feelings of calm. Having a home rooted with ambient principles aided my healing. I realize how a little time spent in those ambient spaces opened up my breathing (mentally & physically) along with my mind and heart.

Late Night Mosaic

Started a new project late last night...