Carlsbad Art and Culture

An open mind invites observations. Your eyes frolic like giddy children and scamper like irritated insects. Your vision works as a liaison, connecting sites with your mind. Your eyes are the middleman that direct the visual towards a conceptual analysis. How often are your eyes on the clock?

A lush landscape provides sites and stimulates thoughts, but do you limit your observations to the obvious? Do your eyes clock out like a disgruntled employee at the end of an unemotional day or are they like the passionate whose work is also their hobby? Deconstruct the cubicle walls in which your eyes work within. Let them wander and let them play. Let them observe as if it was recreation and soon their passion will become your hobby.

I sat in a dark bar surrounded by incoherent chatter and the flickering of many overhead televisions. As my pint emptied and my belly swelled, I let my eyes wander. I watched a gray bearded man sip whiskey as he mumbled accusations to himself. A long legged lover winked flirtations across the bar and a mosquito buzzed. Footsteps smacked like the a little league dugout and the scent of cheap cigarettes wafted through the front door. A bartender counted tabs while a security counted heads and a skinny man sat in the back corner plucking a guitar to Neil Young favorites. I tilted my head back and caught a quick glimpse on the two overhead televisions. A man glided down the organic face of a warm tropical wave as another slid across a block of frozen ice. As if my eyes smacked my mind across its face, I awoke with wild thoughts and soon began to analyze the juxtaposition of the two television scenes…

When your eyes wander, what do you see…what do you think?