~~~In all the earnestness of intention that you are able to muster, place yourself perpendicular to purpose, and you will find that you've become a wedge driven deep deep deep into the ever expanding manifold of possibilities; - Into the fullness of All Life that is justly and rightfully yours to Claim -
How can We truly really understand something, the very Nature of a problem, the issues that We are grappling with as a community, country, and as a world - unless We experience these issues firsthand? From the inside of this experience, armed with an arsenal of tried-tested hard knowledge, We are equipped to wage war against some of the greatest crimes that We face Collectively and Individually as of today. Homelessness, Rootlessness, Hunger, Joblessness, in a land of such abundance, these are inexcuseable evils. We can better determine how Art, Design, And Invention can be utilized to serve for the Betterment of Worldkind -
By W.B. Yeats
That is no country for old men. The young
In one another's arms, birds in the trees
– Those dying generations – at their song,
The salmon‐falls, the mackerel‐crowded seas,
Fish, flesh, or fowl, commend all summer long
Whatever is begotten, born, and dies.
Caught in that sensual music all neglect
Monuments of unageing intellect.
An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;
And therefore I have sailed the seas and come
To the holy city of Byzantium.
O sages standing in God's holy fire
As in the gold mosaic of a wall,
Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,
And be the singing‐masters of my soul.
Consume my heart away; sick with desire
And fastened to a dying animal
It knows not what it is; and gather me
Into the artifice of eternity.
Once out of nature I shall never take
My bodily form from any natural thing,
But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make
Of hammered gold and gold enamelling
To keep a drowsy Emperor awake;
Or set upon a golden bough to sing
To lords and ladies of Byzantium
Of what is past, or passing, or to come.
The Gesamkunstwerk : A synthesis of Art, Architecture, Sculpture, Community, and Nature - A Living, breathing thing meets the needs of today and changes and grows over time - Change is the essence of all things - of Wholistic Health
We, The People, Whole-heartedly believe that Art, Design, Invention, and Architecture are all perfect tools whithe which to address all of the socioenviroeconomic concerns of today, and of times past - Coupled with The Economy, they are the Weapons whithe which to wage war against social evils and misfortune -
"God Will not look you over for medals, awards, or diplomas, but for scars! -"
The Aviary :
It was named as such due to the inspiration of a strange pile of branches left over from Forest Service Fire prevention Crews, and due to the exceedingly prolific amount of a wide variety of Birds which were resident in the Area,