In my motel during the first week in SLC, I was reading an article about changes to the city’s New Years Eve celebration. The locals were considering replacing the traditional firework show with a giant disco ball, because of something called The Inversion. I read the word again. Thinking that I had missed an important sentence somewhere, I searched the article for some sort of hint as to the nature of this ominous proper noun.
(I apologize. The site went down, and this post was lost. I’m currently trying to rewrite it)
I decided this year to do a write up about an art piece as I was producing it. This is an attempt to bridge my interests in producing visual art with a burgeoning interest in recreational writing. I hope this entry addresses how this work was produced and what creative decisions I made.
I have never been an innately adventurous person. While most kids at summer camp were taking part in the ropes course or the archery range, I was hanging out in the warm terrarium light glow of the nature center. During my stay at Providence College, I hardly ever ventured off the insular campus to explore the surrounding city. I had cultivated for myself a very comfortable comfort zone.