Lisa Carroll

www.liluconstructions.com

I’m very excited about the recent work I’ve been doing.
go to liluconstructions and click on fruitvale residence to see!

I just ejected the disc of the film “Objectified” from my laptop. The last image I recall from the film is a chalk board with these words written on it, “it was beautiful and it didn’t hurt”. I think. Now that seems too long. But that is the gist. I also recall that many of the designers interviewed were talking beyond a sort of mid-century object idealism into a more illusive realm that merges design with the psychology of the minutiae of all human interaction in space and time. Much like traditional sculpture fading into the pages of giant art history compendiums and inadvertently paving the way for conceptual art and installation art, the idea of the designer designing things, objects, for use is opening; the four-walled interior space, the habitat for the multitude species of man-created objects is dropping down, expanding outward toward a boundary-less horizon, ground and space undefined. It occurs to me that this signifies the nascent. We are in a beginning period and that is always very exciting. Everyone seems to feel they are on the verge of making something transformational. Everyone is engaging their curiosity, dropping ego off at bus stops where the route has been canceled.

I am in a design group. We are called CELM Design. I watched “Objectified” as a sort of homework assignment. We’ll meet tomorrow for a while and talk about it.

Yesterday I met with Fu-Tung Cheng of Cheng Concrete Design. It was a job interview. His company has always excited me and though I knew fairly well that I wouldn’t make the grade for this particular job search I felt compelled to apply. I’m glad I did. Meeting with Fu-Tung was an hour and a half of inspiration infusion. And now, watching “Objectified” a day after such a meeting I am certain of the change afoot. Makers are not sitting on their laurels, calcifying self-aggrandized stories about themselves, they are actively questioning, exploring, reaching. I’m relieved and awed by the honesty in this.

Beautiful, and it doesn’t have to hurt.

recently Yellow has been catching my eye:

Though I’m sheepish to admit it, there is something horribly fascinating about mounted wild animal heads:

I’m busy working: Lilu Constructions

and I’m still going for it.

I’ve been practicing not planning my runs. I set out on a trail and let my legs carry me. As with running, so goes the life and the blog, time to re-direct or re-route. check out the new blog, a collaboration with artist and friend, Laurel Hunter:

http://100daysofgoingforit.wordpress.com

A mile up the hill from the Monte Vista Hotel in Flagstaff is Buffalo City Park, a great jumping off place into the trail system of Coconino Wilderness Area.

On the trail to Rocky Ridge…lichen EVERYWHERE

really, lichen everywhere

and Stick Maps, as Akira and I call the work of beetles upon the wood of fallen trees.

a rough patch of the wall between Jinshanling and Simatai

occasional patterned bits mortared into the pathway and steps of the wall.

Sal and Mal on the wall today, July 27th

I’m flying home tomorrow.  until then….

Sally Law, 42k finisher, swarthy Kiwi sailor and wonderful ladyloo

Malcolm Law, 100k finisher, all around mountain-man badass

Zvonimir, 7x 100k finisher, wise runner guru

Sylvain, 100k winner, secret nickname known only to me and dee since we made it up: el torocito.  This Frenchman should be hailed ultra-runner of the century.  Truely impressive dude.

Dave Smith, 100k finisher, champion cyclist, another Mr. Motivator, lovely Irishman with Molly, 100k women’s winner (only 10 minutes behind el Torocito!)

Cara, 100k finisher, word-smith Aussie

100k second place finisher, party friendly Mongolian man whose name escapes me at the moment with Nordin, 100k finisher, nick-name “chickee” due to the emitting of chirping sounds whilst flapping arms, ever cheerful lad from Belguim. Wins the flirt award.

Azura, 42k finisher, always smiling delightful ger-mate from Malaysia, living in HK

Alex, 42k finisher, cool-headed HK business woman, jet-set party woman (please, no more vodka)

Kandy the gorgeous soul, 42k finisher, the original smarty-pants feminist from Iran, living in Switzerland

Siggy, 42k finisher, mama goose making sure every 100k finisher had a nice cold beer at the finish line

Steen, 100k finisher, mysterious and slightly cruel, wise-cracking Dane

Stephane, 100k finisher, kindly Frenchman, que cute too.

Michael, 100k finisher, carrying every pharmalogical remedy known to mankind. I thank him for this.

Jos, 100k finisher, super excellent Belgian with a ready smile

I know it seems like a very simple word, connect.  In the Merriam-Webster dictionary the first definition reads, “to become joined”.  My molecules have done a fussion thing with the land, the sky, the water around Lake Khovsgol, Mongolia and the people whom I have met there.