With no idea, action lacks reason. Without suitable action, attainment fails to be.
Copyright Jon Bozak 2007 • Website Design by A Boy and HIs Dog
I don’t remember what happened next. I don’t know if I cried or if I didn’t. I don’t recall if my mother came running in the room or not.* Regardless, I do know what I didn’t let happen. I didn’t let the fear of falling on my ass stop me from lowering that drop-down gate again the very next day. But instead of tumbling, I climbed out on the lowered rails.
To this day, I’ve remained as fearless a problem solver as I was in that room, in that crib. As a matter of fact, I still sleep in one, just so I can keeps it real.**
Her memory of the incident differs greatly from mine, by the way, but I’ll let her tell that version on mombozak.com
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I’m totally kidding. It’s not technically a crib.
Now, throw in an inherent artistic sensibility, years of working experience in design and fabrication for film, television, and print, add in some vintage motorcycle restoration, and the creative possibilities are endless. From concept to construct, two dimensions to three, handmade to digital, I offer a unique and unwavering desire to solve the problems before me. It’s just something I’ve done for as long as I can remember.
It’s my first memory: I’m two years old, lying in my crib, awake. I’m overwhelmed with the need to escape, or more precisely, the need to figure out how to escape. Cocky and brash, I size up my surroundings, and begin to crack the code of the baby crib. Intuitively, I mimic what I’ve seen other freedom fighters, like my Mom do. I reach around until I find the steel release bar and pull on it until it moves. Then I lift up the drop-down gate, push it outward and watch it slide down. It was so easy, I think. I feel on top of the world. I’ve done it! Then I proceed to roll out of the crib and fall flat on my ass.