We had met for but a brief moment, a decade or so ago, and in our brevity shared polite chatter and conversation of art song which continued on and off since. I was captivated and intrigued by this man, what made him tick, his work, and why this creative genius stationed himself in this small […]
Read More Paul Mellender“Artist…and that should be enough, wouldn’t you agree?” Paul Mellender These wise words didn’t ring true within me until recently when I expanded my wings with the writing of this blog and started to re-immerse myself into the world of artists through research and investigation. In the pursuit of my MBA degree, I am taking […]
Read More Who Art Thou?(First a disclaimer: no one was hurt before or after the making of the above sketch…just some fun between old friends bored to death in a classroom – he was quite amused I promise). I clearly recall sitting in front of my first Apple computer, at the eleventh hour on a weeknight in 1996 – […]
Read More Analog > DigitalI command respect from you. I do not need to stomp and sputter, expel my degrees and position, or surround myself with yea-sayers. No! I shall quietly tower over you, my size impressed upon you, a monolith echoing power without much more than a whisper of effort needed to reveal my existence or importance. Here […]
Read More Trust Me – I’m Your TypeA young girl, with straight brown bobbed-cut hair, in boy jeans, and awkward in her own constitution, drew a picture of a crane and entered it in a school contest. The following week, her drawing was returned to her with a blue ribbon displaying the words, “first place” attached to it. Years passed and many […]
Read More My 1000 ColorsYou enter a room (this is not the start of a bad joke I promise) – shoulder-to-shoulder denseness fills from wall to wall and head tops rise and fall reminiscent of rugged mountain tops. The mass of humanity is indecipherable, intolerable – pressing on you. It is suffocating, stressful, and a space you seek to […]
Read More Give Me Space – I’m ImportantColor is the endmost communication tool. It can convey meaning all on its own. Colors seep into your subconscious calling to free your imagination, expose your desires, reveal loves or losses – your fears – or leave you to ruminate in its saturation. In its ubiquitous state, without so much a supporting word, sound, or […]
Read More The Vermilion In Me
Nancy Mues 