I feel so much better about my project after today.  I felt like I was in the dark and now a light has been shed upon me and I can see the path.  And I'm almost on it. 

I was thinking about space today as I was walking down Stadium Way.  Modest trees take up about the same amount of space as human beings.  This interests me because I believe the amount of space something takes up dominantly helps determine how we will view it or feel about it.  When I am in the presence of a 400 year old red wood I feel humbled, and I even revere it a bit.  These emotions are felt subconsciously for sure because I know that the tree itself is unaware of its great triumph.  But nevertheless, its majestic branches reaching to the sky and its enormous trunk demand my respect.  I do not feel the same way about the normal sized trees I see as I walk down the sidewalk.  They seem more approachable, innocuous, even banal.  So my conclusion to this is that, in art, size definitely matters.

Observation:  there are three bowls sitting on my desk right now.  Two are dirty, one is unused.  One has a spoon it it.  All three are green.