Mercurial

Just finished looking at Bea’s site, and oh I so do like it. I don’t do design. My approaches to redesign are more like a kludge, an eternal modification, a line here a line there, while listening to Estrella Morente and hoping that the flamenco might give me an idea.
But I can not think in visual terms. I do see relationships, can identify causes and effects, and even see trends. My visualizations are related to smells and tastes, my memories of the fruits I could get at my parent’s finca and the colors of the creek that crossed all along, ponds where we would play after a hike that would last all that intense morning.
I have no visuals – memories that are hard to grasp, intentions, understandings. My design – if any - is minimalist, a small thing of beauty if you happen to live in a Buddhist monastery, but not made to compete with USA today.
And that same seriousness would expand into all my tasks and pleasures – a small movement here, a little color there. Intensity in intent, brevity in expression.