Reductive Properties

Untitled installation by Liz Plahn. SPRING / 2009

Minneapolis is short one, as Miss Liz Plahn has ventured out east in hopes of brighter and bigger things in both design and coastal location. Liz has been one of the better peoples of my time in Minneapolis, constantly giving quality critiques, expanding the paradigms of design and otherwise mooching gracefully from myself and my roommates for sometime. She will be missed, but as she had kept telling us over and over before her departure, I (among others) are welcome to visit, and visit we will.

This summer has felt more evenly paced than previous ones, but it has also signified the most change to the cosmetics of Minneapolis than I have ever been a privy to before. Not only is every highway and downtown one way chewed and gnarled by construction, I have also watched the departure of friends — old and new — and that's been a strange sensation. The knowledge that most are going on to accomplish great things quells the bittersweet taste of knowing I will not see them daily. And there is still more leaving, which will be even more strange and gut wrenching, I imagine. But in a good way. Always in a good way. And then there is the percarious position I have placed for myself, wondering where exactly I'll end up, being satiated in the knowledge that I think I can do this from anywhere. What happens if / when I go? I won't labor too long on those thoughts. No need to until that bridge must be crossed.

Take care out there my friends.