This is what I wrote while trying to work through some ideas for a new series of work. Maybe it will make since once the work is complete, or not.
"Do you remember that place?" 

Not the place on the map; the place just out of site. You know, over in the corner, or maybe in some inconspicuous spot on the ground, or just above your head.

It’s not an obvious place. Just an area you walked right by. Never noticing how beautiful it was. Maybe it was rusted, corroded, weathered or worn. That’s what makes it beautiful and gives it life.

I noticed that place! I actually look for it. Sometimes I find a new shiny place; full of vibrant colors and sharp edges. I try not to stare. I just look out of the side of my peripheral vision and try to imagine what kind of place it might be.

I remember that place! Everything was going on; my life happened, and that place just sat there quietly waiting for me to notice.

I remember that place! Maybe it doesn’t exist. Maybe it’s not even a place. Ether way I remember that place!