Technology Of Tubes

I've read that the Impressionists were lured to nature, and were able to paint in nature because of the advent of tubed paints. It's possible we'd have never seen Van Gogh's, Monet's, Renoir's works without letting them loose from the studio.

Sometimes, I think we really need to take advantage of wireless, lighter systems...

I see myself on a beach with an "easel". A piece of strangly lit glass is mounted. I'm building a program with voice and a wand. Somehow, the program or model I'm building, is touched by sand and the call of seagulls. The interface I'm building tastes like salty air.

But not to *escape* to the ocean... but to derive from it... for good.

There are days that I *love* being independent. I told Kim yesterday that I realize (which changes constantly) that I have no goal of growing "the business". I know something is good when I feel like I am "getting away with something". There is a nagging voice in my head that says, "You oughtta grow." And what used to be isolating for not being noticed, is becoming more of a blessing. It has been a gift.

Also, my viewpoint is much like one watching an aquarium. I have a constant feeling that I am removed. Writing this journal makes me feel less removed. I am *here*. I am constantly washed in a sea of past conversations of lost/new friendships.

This may all be tainted by the fact that for three days in a row, I've slept through the night. Three days!

Well, Kim just called. She instructed me to "get out into nature". She's gone with the kids. So I'm already slipping into myself. Better get out!

Have a brand new canvas. Think I'll head on!