You won’t find it on a website. Siri doesn’t have it in her system. But I stumbled upon it. (On accident? Are there any really?) The Vanadu House. It is not a museum. There are no lines. Not even other visitors when we went there, (the next door neighbor worked slowly on his porch) But make no mistake, it was art. The house, the camper, the three cars parked along the house — all art. If you rush by, you might think it is junk, but no. Each item seems curated. Thoughtfully placed. Each quote intelligent. Quotes like:
“The place in which I’ll fit will not exist until I make it.” ― James Baldwin
And this person, this artist, is doing just that — making a place to fit in. And aren’t we all doing that? Trying to do that? Find our place in this world? And I suppose that is art at its finest. Showing the beauty of the curated heart, the curated mind, the curated life. We piece together the knowledge, the relationships, the struggles, the victories, and we try to make it as beautiful as we can. And it is. Not all the same for everyone. It doesn’t have to be, and why would we want it to be? We can stand in lines, stand in place, and wait for someone to tell us what is beautiful, how to live our lives, or we can create places of beauty – lives of beauty. And whether or not anyone drives by, bothers to notice, you are still beautiful. We are still beautiful.
Today I move. I create. I fit. I am here. And it is beautiful.