People are given names at birth. Cities have names as do countries. Ever since we began having our own children and it became our responsibility to give them names things changed for me. It was as if suddenly names and their inner meanings were possible clues to who a person or a city was to be. I am always surprised when I ask someone upon meeting for the first time and I ask them what there name means and they are at a complete loss to tell me. It makes me wonder if they know who they really are and what they have been called to do with their one precious life.
original drawing available here
When I began college I chose architecture to be my major. Somewhere in my sophomore year I ended up stuck on the sandbar of advance mathematics and physics and decided to jump ship and swim to over to the art department where I could work with my hands and become a kid again.I felt completely at home making art and I never turned back and yet the spirit of an architect lives on in my art and deep inner longings.
I want to participate in building my own home town of Grand Rapids into the city that it wants to be --one drawing at time. The places where we work, the places where we cook, eat, sleep and play with our children, they need to be beautiful spaces. The dwellings where we live need to enable us to reach our greatest potential. We need to be able to invite our friends into our homes and go visit them, where they are, living out their lives. Lets take this winter to rediscover what it means to be living in the city. Lets do what we can to make our dwellings more beautiful and livable. What are your ideas?