Talking to the wind
Who is this, Art? I don’t know, but he stops by everyday and bugs me until I do something creative. So much for social distancing, however! It turns out it requires quite a bit of physical energy to do analogue art, and although I’ve started a new watercolour painting, the subject: A disgruntled Floridian pigeon, […]
Sometimes you’ve got to let the Universe sing you the answer to your most troubling of questions. There is more than one way to achieve enlightenment I can hear ‘them’ say. These two following tracks kind of fell into my lap, so to speak. The lyrics in both songs are very apt. Both very cool […]
I’ve woken up early this morning, on a Sunday after a troublesome night in dream land. Second night in a row. I always make myself a half-caf coffee in the morning (I try to keep caffeine intake to a minimum so I don’t spontaneously combust), and usually it does the job of providing me with some […]
There really is a song for every moment. Great video too… Happy St. Paddy’s Day!
As a synaesthete I find myself falling into the individual notes of the music like Alice falling down the rabbit hole, into a world that is far removed from the one my eyes describe to me. Whole landscapes spring forth as the notes cascade with me, mountains, forests, and rolling clouds in the evening sky […]
9:16 am – Bedroom As the wind blows outside it is passing through something, the eaves of the house possibly, producing a sound like that of a child’s whistle. Though it lacks conviction as if said whistle were being blown by a toddler with little awareness of the power of its own lungs. It isn’t quite […]
Originally posted on Raw, Naked Art:
http://youtu.be/xjhZhI2Zthg click “play” then read. (For Mariamor) if i’d listened to my heart … in the days when artistry crept, a humid dawn over my wooded life that startled me awake and i remember it was like falling from a dream after a mosquito-infested night. i rose, heard the…
Originally posted on Raw, Naked Art:
http://youtu.be/1FtvF4k2QaQ It’s odd how a song can trigger a memory. They sweep in, unannounced, like that loud aunt who never gets invited but shows up anyway, bringing with her all of the energy in the room. This particular aunt brought with it the memory of my grandma’s funeral. To…
Because I’m in a bit of a silly mood this morning, and the subject of the past week has been a mix of language, Shakespeare and a whole lot of William, I thought this bunch of very funny British comedians would lighten my mood further and sing it all in a nutshell 😉 Not as […]
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