The Mission
Occasionally, I am drawn back to my floating lands in the universe.
I like them. They are like our world except for their shape. In any
given day, or for that matter in any given SECOND, there is a vast
amount of activity on our planet. A math professor might be dropping
chalk on the floor in Newport, Rhode Island, while at the same time
a trucker who needs a shower may be ordering a second helping of
hash browns to go with his omelette at his favorite truck stop just
outside of Salt Lake City. I happen to think it would NOT be far
reaching to say there is a connection between the two events.
Although separated by distance and each man's awareness of the
other's activity, I like to think of the events in relation to the
grand scheme of things. I like to think of our "land" as being
similar to a grain of sand floating in an infinite void. This is,
essentially, what it is like for us when we look to the great size
and scope of the Universe. "The Mission" is symbolic. To me, it
represents "where we are ALL going together." There may be many
"lands" in my painting, but collectively they form one body which
has purpose, and direction. They collectively represent the journey
and the spirit for each of us as we live each moment of each day out
here on our tiny sand-grain world. The events of our day may seem
trivial when compared to the birth of red giants elsewhere in the
same instant. I find the evolution of the events collectively to be
interesting though. I would even go so far as to say there is a
story which links the trucker with the mathematician. One would need
to look into the past. Our "missions" may be varied, but we all
travel together in spirit I think. We may be small, but we are
related. We are all out here together.
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