Walking the Corridor

Fighters What good is the mind without the heart? What is emotion without reason? The tug-of-war between science and spirituality courts these questions like quarreling lovers. Vengeful and passionate, afflicted by the very love that they cherish, they are blind to their own assumptions. Arrogance allows them to claim knowledge of secrets unseen, and ignorance makes them smile in such manufactured illumination. They cannot see that they are two sides of the same coin. Classically unaware and romantically deaf, forever shall they remain divided and yet perpetually bonded. They waste away chasing sovereignty, gaining distance and yet no ground. The power they seek is merely their own discontentment with the power they have. And yet, no control shall mend the lovers' feud. Only when they embrace and open themselves to unspoken truths will they find peace? J.M. Rogers

Art? Human nature and action are almost infinite in scope. They are predicated upon the various experiences that human beings encounter within their lifetimes. The questions and myriad interpretations that lie within good art reflect the questions and myriad interpretations of humanity, society, and the self. What motivates? What discourages? What is faith? What is love? What is honor? What is fear? True art raises questions such as these; questions that define the experiences of the viewer as much as the viewed. What an individual sees in art, ultimately, defines them. J.M. Rogers

Creation? Is there anything more "creative" than the infinitely varied expressions of life and terra? Humans are the children of the Earth, enamored of their parent's majesty. Dependent upon their protection and sustenance, we progeny create art in tribute;  inspired by her immense gallery. Short, though our lives may be, we are driven by the timeless processes of our forebearers. So driven, children we shall ever be; never glimpsing the whole of eternity. This short-sightedness defines the focus of human limitation, for such parameters, vexing as they may be, restrain innovation to a cosmological singularity. Therein the rapid expansion of limited forms, like elements fused in a fiery crucible, begin to crystallize and take shape of diverse hues and dimensions; hues and dimensions constricted to the flicker of individual lifetimes. And though these lifetimes may be joined into harmonious chronology, no mountain shall a child of the Earth ever be, nor stream or ancient a...