Marguerite LeLaurin 2010
a night for Los Patojos.
December 3, 2009
It takes only one idea, progressing from the mind, through the mouth, to the masses, and into reality, to bring about a revolution. The realization of just one idea can usher in the dawn of a world-wide change.
In the year of 1660 the Museo del Libro de Antigua harbored in its walls the first printing press in all of Central America. In a time of archaic thinking, when evils preyed more than ever on the ignorance of the public, the printing press lent itself to the masses as a foundation of enlightenment. Through this one machine, the rapid transference…
a night for Los Patojos.
December 3, 2009
It takes only one idea, progressing from the mind, through the mouth, to the masses, and into reality, to bring about a revolution. The realization of just one idea can usher in the dawn of a world-wide change.
In the year of 1660 the Museo del Libro de Antigua harbored in its walls the first printing press in all of Central America. In a time of archaic thinking, when evils preyed more than ever on the ignorance of the public, the printing press lent itself to the masses as a foundation of enlightenment. Through this one machine, the rapid transference…
Pivotal Moment
September 18, 2009
oh heavens -
Inevitably my life is changing, and with it so must I.
I feel the perpetual momentum of time, always moving, pushing and prodding, propelling me forward.
Days slide through and behind me, passing, approaching with frantic pace to my departure – the pivotal moment.
From this point, for me, nearly everything will be different. I will be wound round through a torrent of unpredictability. These years spent, compiling elements of comforts to a nest of well known, well loved habits and routines - I will leave them behind. Their significance, carved into the walls of my soul, will remain only in the impact they’ve impressed upon…
Pivotal Moment
September 18, 2009
oh heavens -
Inevitably my life is changing, and with it so must I.
I feel the perpetual momentum of time, always moving, pushing and prodding, propelling me forward.
Days slide through and behind me, passing, approaching with frantic pace to my departure – the pivotal moment.
From this point, for me, nearly everything will be different. I will be wound round through a torrent of unpredictability. These years spent, compiling elements of comforts to a nest of well known, well loved habits and routines - I will leave them behind. Their significance, carved into the walls of my soul, will remain only in the impact they’ve impressed upon…
and so it begins…
August 11, 2009
As my senior year came to its finish, I was faced with a most intimidating situation. Like others of my age and my position, it came time for me to consider how I would move forward with my life, in which of endless options of direction.
I was made to consider what meant most to me. The responsibility of the choices I was to be making brought the need to evaluate my priorities, to make best guesses as to what would fulfill and nourish my passions. How to create in myself a wealth of life and interest, to evolve my…
and so it begins…
August 11, 2009
As my senior year came to its finish, I was faced with a most intimidating situation. Like others of my age and my position, it came time for me to consider how I would move forward with my life, in which of endless options of direction.
I was made to consider what meant most to me. The responsibility of the choices I was to be making brought the need to evaluate my priorities, to make best guesses as to what would fulfill and nourish my passions. How to create in myself a wealth of life and interest, to evolve my…