(warning... vent. that leads to something wonderful. i promise).
you know when sometimes, you try to have an amazing night, but you fall asleep to thoughts of (new, unfamiliar and not welcomed, btw) self-doubt, and reminders of the sad/bad/shocking news you got that evening, and then you wake up late, and you realize you don't have time to wash your hair, and then you miss the streetcar by mere minutes (but you can't run to catch it because of your back injury, and poor choice in shoes), and then your subsequent streetcar ride involves a woman swearing a lot into her phone (which doesn't impact you, other than to send you into an even further negative tail spin). and then, you arrive at work late, and your back is throbbing, and you still don't know what you did to cause this horrendous twinge in your neck, and you remember that there are 4 emails you forgot to send the day before, and you spend the morning doing work that someone else should have done, and it seems everyone wants to call you to yell at you. and then you look at the clock and realize you don't have time to even make your morning tea that you love/adore/NEED... and you sit. and your eyes are puffy. and you're STILL thinking of all that self-doubt (perhaps unfounded, but still there), and the sad/bad/shocking news you got the evening before. and you sort of want to cry - not for any good reason, but for a lot of little reasons.
and then.
and then, you somehow, miraculously, end up finding project: stellar. by ignacio torres. and it's beautiful. and reminds you that regardless of how yesterday, and today, and maybe even the day after that goes.... we share a link to something so beautiful. always. and sunrays, and cosmic dust, and all those wacky things that just make us happy - they'll always be around. always. and no matter how crummy a day goes, you can walk outside, and (even if it's rainy) get a little peak of the sun. and at night (even in the city) get a little peak at the stars. and all becomes ok.
'this project began from the theory that humans are made of cosmic matter as a result of a stars death. I created imagery that showcased this cosmic birth through the use of dust and reflective confetti to create galaxies. the models organic bodily expressions as they are frozen in time between the particles suggest their celestial creation. In addition, space and time is heightened by the use of three-dimensional animated gifs. their movement serves as a visual metaphor to the spatial link we share with stars as well as their separateness through time.'
the universe is made up of a bajillion small tiny things... and perhaps small bits of those are the matter of ancient stars. and if that's so, it means that we are all made of stars (ahem, moby). and if we're already made of stars, what's stopping us from creating spaces of our own - spaces made of glitter and dust.
i'm not sure there are any more words for this... so i'll just let this speak for itself.
so. i stand up. and i get my tea. and i pretend my eyes aren't puffy. and i let the phone ring a few times extra. and i plan to go for a walk at lunch. and i think of the stars.
(originally see on the jealous curator)