A SHORT LOVE STORY IN STOP MOTION from Carlos Lascano on Vimeo.

i have melted.

when i think about how people are capable of creating original, passionate work like this — total strangers whose hard work culminates in a few minutes that perfectly captures the dreamworld and fantasy i sometimes see when i close my eyes –  it’s just so sweetly stellar, i am wide-eyed and inspired.

gracefully executing art can be challenging in itself; sure, not being restrained by time or money or technologies — things that are constantly fencing in artists — is what can make these creations possible, but so does learning to embrace those realities to, instead, work brilliantly within them.

thanks for sharing j.

i heard yesterday was gorgeous.  i didn’t see any of it from where i was sitting.  i didn’t feel any of it either.  so today when i started hearing rumblings about how gorgeous it was outside, i decided i needed a taste of it.

whoo boy it smelled like spring, all right.  as i strode into the hot sun and damp air from the controlled temperature of my office building, i felt alive and happy, as if inside only a few steps earlier i had actually been less alive and less happy.

maybe i was.  if that’s the case, i need to move south.

i felt my gait slow and i wandered aimlessly toward my car, soaking in every particle of life around me.  as if i could feel the trees stretching and the grass reaching and the flowers opening, or the earth picking up energy as it pulls toward the sun.  i think the color on my car windows was proud to have back the reddish tinge it’d missed all winter.

crazy what the weather can do.

and i walked and moved away from responsibility into a friday night in spring, i realized that i hadn’t been soaking in that moment; rather, it’d swallowed me up.

i never stood a chance.

this image debuted in my life last friday during a co-worker’s presentation.  it was a good presentation.