It’s been an interesting time in my life since I bumped into Ideapod when you launched in beta in 2014. It was Jason Silva who introduced me to Ideapod in his video, The Power of Ideas.
The original allure to me was timing. The timing of me wanting to engage in my mind, and life, in a different way than I had recently been over the years. I was starting to reconnect with a side of me that needed to be incited again.
I saw Ideapod as a blank slate, a new platform to build upon, relate and play around with ideas all the while connecting with others and their ideas. The idea of such a synergy was very exciting to me. I took to it like a kid in a candy store. It’s what my story was about.
With new tools to play with, a budding community with new friends, different perspectives, knowledgeable dialog, and a way to keep my projects engaged have kept me inspired.
I entered Ideapod not knowing what would come of it. That’s usually how I paint. I start a blank canvas playing around making a mess then head into the chaos and let the painting find me.
After the first six months in Ideapod a book spilled out of me called My_Ideapod. I never expected that.
Over the last five years new threads of story, new artwork, poetry, wordplay, thoughts and a bunch of unfinished ideas have been incubated because of finding Ideapod and having a sense of place to nurture them.
All of this has culminated in more chaos on my canvas of life. It’s that never ending idea trying to will itself into being. Trying to make sense of it all. Wanting to echo out loud what is silently known inside.
And now… that blank canvas has blossomed into an Ideapod gallery setting context, marking milestones, looking back at the last fairytale and evolving our next new mythOS.
I’m still not really sure of the why, I’m hoping it will find me.