The Maze

For hours I would sit, creating mazes; usually for no one. The walls were characterized often by a constant shifting of stylistic elements as well as size, the space between walls often shrinking down to the point in which only a magnifying glass could see. At the age of five i was truly interested, but was unable to articulate even greater relationships beyond that within the page. Now, in present day, becoming fluent in the language and philosophy of art while simultaneously returning to the roots of my innate interest in relationships, it has manifested itself into something much greater. I, my friends, my family, and the greater context of interpersonal and environmental relationships I effect, have entered back into the maze. This maze has no beginning or end, and it's walls are subject to my perception of their variation. Only a truly interested individual can differentiate the relationships between ever changing boundaries, and, only a highly creative individual can understand the context and nature for which the subjectivity of these walls is therein derived. The capacity to join in this constant redefinition of thought is measured only by the interest of the individual to understand the beauty, conceptualization, and reappropriation of space which constantly stretches and molds the reality in which I exist. Many will be lost, for I always am, and only in finding comfort in the constant redefinition and articulation of change can one truly ground themselves to something so subjective. As I have found my anchor in the fascination with constant relational shifts, I hope to be able to relate these ideas so that others may generate equal amounts of complex abstract thought that are true purely to themselves; developing their own personal parallel maze which operates in conjunction with my own. There is a time to be lost, and there is a time to be found--now they are one in the same.