Goal:

visual or experienced objects that evoke thought.
as a species, we have some common core although varied

objects that would be memorable, leave their mark in the same way a phrase or comment can echo through time

ideas, innovation, a rethinking

that possibility is always around the corner, learning is endless, the joy of surprise in someone else's innovation and exploration.

that's the goal

What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,

What do I care
That my songs do not show me at all?
For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,
I am an answer, they are only a call.

But what do I care, for love will be over so soon,
Let my heart have its say and my mind stand idly by,
For my mind is proud and strong enough to be silent,
It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.

So much depends..upon a red wheel barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.