wandering art

The new school term brings me to a com­mu­ni­ty cen­tre about an hour of sub­way-and-bus ride from my home. I’ve nev­er been to this neigh­bour­hood before and was a bit wor­ried that I would get lost on my way there (I have a real­ly bad sense of direction).

But it turned out to be the eas­i­est bus ride ever! I take the sub­way to the last stop on the line, then take a bus to the last stop in its route, which also hap­pens to be the first stop in its route, because it ends in a loop (I was kind of wor­ried about hav­ing to find the bus that takes me back the oppo­site way — I real­ly have a poor sense of direction).

So that made me real­ly hap­py. But what made me hap­pi­er was the dis­cov­ery of pub­lic art all around the com­mu­ni­ty cen­tre! :D

 

Peo­ple who have been there before the sum­mer said that the rocks are not where they have been a few months ago. They have been wan­der­ing! It took a while to see all of them, scat­tered around the trees.

 

I love the idea of art that moves. Always chang­ing. Maybe they’ll get moss and lichens on them and their sur­faces will start to change too. There are many more with words on them. Like “com­mu­ni­ty”, and “tra­di­tions”. There are also ones with­out words. And here’s a feast some­one’s spread­ed out for the ani­mals! :D

 

And awe­some mur­al on the walls of the com­mu­ni­ty cen­tre itself! Peo­ple told me that it’s new­ly paint­ed, just over the past summer.

 

Def­i­nite­ly a nice part of the jour­ney into the new school year.

Have an awe­some week­end! :D

 

 

leap

 

So I was get­ting a hair­cut at a salon, what’s the big deal?

The big deal is that I’ve nev­er been to a hair salon in my life.

AND get­ting kind of an unusu­al hairstyle!

Part of this has to do with want­i­ng to do some­thing dif­fer­ent as I’m turn­ing 30. But then there’s anoth­er story.

I’ve seen peo­ple with this asym­met­ri­cal kind of hair­cut before and I’ve nev­er been too impressed with them. But late­ly I’ve been wrestling with things that I just could not find answers for no mat­ter how hard I think. I was in very bad shape. Self-doubt was seep­ing into every­thing. I just want­ed to stay home for the rest of my life nev­er hav­ing to deal with soci­ety ever again. So I brought the ques­tions to my men­tor and she said some­thing along the line of,

What about just hold­ing the com­plex­i­ty of all of that, just sit­ting with ques­tions that we can’t answer, just being with what it is?

I thought that some­thing need­ed to shift and a hair­cut would do it. And I thought some­how I need­ed to embody this stance of “hold­ing ambi­gu­i­ty” in order to prac­tice it, and this kind of hair­style came to mind.

I usu­al­ly cut my own hair, or I ask my mom to cut it for me. But I could­n’t cut this hair­style on my own, and was­n’t sure if my mom would be will­ing to do it, so I decid­ed to go to a hair salon that Mike vis­its reg­u­lar­ly and likes.

The short side is actu­al­ly way short­er than I had asked for. Maybe I was­n’t being clear. Les­son to learn for next time. I’ll just have to be with what it is for now.

It’s start­ing to grow on me though ;)

 

 

Have a hap­py Thurs­day, everyone!