dreamy spaces: Ann Hamilton cloud swings

When I'm bored or simply in need of some inspiration, I like looking at massive art installations or dreamy exhibition interiors. Even if just for a moment, it sends a rush of excitement through me - the thought of just being able to be in that very space or enjoying what these other visitors are going through. My latest love is the Ann Hamilton Park Avenue Armory cloud swings. 42 swings attached to a curtain floats in the middle of the space, swaying lightly with the movement of each swing, and creating a beautiful rhythm. 

After an exhilarating week and the best way to end the weekend, the past few nights have been fairly sleepless ones. Realigning my goals again, considering my options and thinking about where to venture into next. What's best? Will I regret not doing this now? What do I have to lose? lots to think about... I'd sooner lose myself in this dream and dance of the cloud swings.

On dreams and dust / late-night thought post

Macau 2014 on Christmas day with my sister

I keep wondering if somehow, beyond all the pristine white flakes of snow and the mist in the air, there lies something ahead of us that is much more daunting, and far greater than we'd ever imagined.

I never dared to step beyond the balcony because I feared that I wouldn't be able to withstand the height of the fall. What if I lost my footing? What if I fell into the river? Could I withstand the cold? What if, what if, what if… 

They all wanted the best for me. To be able to see me rise up in the castle on the other side of the fence and tell the world, I did it. But I was one who was extremely cautious. I calculated every move, every step of the way, like following the trail of seeds back to the mousetrap. There was no looking back once I'd stepped beyond the fence.

After months of mapping out my route, I reached the edge of the balcony. I convinced myself, that this was a wise decision. All I had to do was take a leap of faith. And when I take that step, all that matters is that I took the step forward.

My head spun as I took in all the words, the sights and the sounds a last time. The wind churned, gathering snowflakes my way, threatening to push me over the edge any minute now. A voice inside my head chanted, Everything you want is on the other side of fear.

So I closed my eyes, and I jumped.