After this entry you may think I’m a little crazy, so I will blame it on one too many episodes of “Ancient Aliens” (is there such a thing?!) Always the cool headed one, my latest project has left me a little emotional.  I have been designing a series of logos for a massive project that is to take place on an Indian Reservation.  I came up with a clever idea to use these symbols to distinguish the different divisions.  The inspiration – crop circles.  I possibly should have kept this a secret as I suppose this is a sensitive subject, up for criticism and debate – though in my modern viewpoint I don’t really see the debate. Who put these fantastically intriguing designs in our fields of wheat and oats?  Who is communicating to us from the sky onto our land that we harvest and eat and what are they saying?  Talk about food for thought!  I had never previously given crop circles much consideration. After researching the many patterns and designs it was hard not to become wrapped up in their perfect geometry, beauty and wonder about their artful craftiness.  What secret messages could they hold and who was their creator?

I have felt like a mother hen incubating her eggs as I have re-created these symbols and designed logos with them for many hours late into the night.  They have since been rejected and I have to admit, when I saw what was to initially be their replacement I became the defensive mother whose children will always be right.  My eggs had been cracked and turned into an omelet. It was hard to swallow. This had become personal as design tends to do – as you are trying to breathe life into one of your creations. But they had so much potential?! Frustrated by the lack of understanding the importance my little bundles of joy could carry I thought, are they too far ahead of their time?? I knew they were too brilliant to let them simply fade away and during my late night jog in the rain, with tears of disappointment still fresh on my face and lightening zipping across the sky, I began devising a plan to use them in a future project.  Perhaps my furniture line – something where I am in full control.  That is always the problem with collaborative projects.  Especially when someone else gets the final say so. It is situations like this that drive me to continue to build myself into a position of power where I can make the decisions.

Clearly inspired by Van Gogh’s famous painting A Starry Night – for now I am commemorating my rad little graphic gems in this artwork, where they can rest peacefully until their time comes to shine again. And I leave you with this parting thought. The Native American’s speak of unknown entities in the sky as Star Brothers. (I just love that name). Hollywood creates fictional films and television on the level that society will most readily accept (to ensure their box office success) and that finds us most often at war with alien races and in fear of them, trying to overcome them. When mounting evidence is showing that they may actually have a great deal to do with our history, I hope that if we do meet an alien race in the future we will greet them as Star Brothers.