Out of the Vaccuum and Into the Light
I had such a good weekend. I rented movies, but barely watched them, as I ended up being busy with visiting and doing art. My friend Nate came over to my place for the first time. He is only the third person to ever grace our humble abode and it felt like the Queen of England was coming over, I was so excited. I did the dishes! I bought apple juice! I cleared off the sofa!
Nate and I know eachother back from when we were struggling open mic participants in Boston. I can remember the exact moment I first saw him. He was wearing a flannel shirt and he played "Rocky Mountain High" in tribute to John Denver, who had just died. He has gone on to shed the flannel and form a rocket-to-stardom trio, Girlyman, with his longtime friends Doris and Ty. It has been years since we just sat at one of our homes and traded songs and ate and laughed and talked about everything. I found it totally fun and inspiring. When I left the Boston folks scene some years ago, I hadn't realized I also left the day to day artistic communication that I had taken for granted. I was surrounded and steeped in music and musicians. It was easy to be inspired when you were seeing other people's work and you were eager to show your own. Sitting with Nate, and hearing his familiar voice in my livingroom, made me recall that experience and how long its been since I was a part of something like that. I missed my friend's voice, and I realized how ever since that period, I have been sitting in a vaccuum, waiting for something to come to me, instead of all this stale air.
As an artist and as a person, I've worked under the misconception that it was always easier to GO IT ALONE. How dumb! More and more, I know that that I thrive among people and whither among ilolation. It's a reality check. It makes life REAL, when you can connect with a community. No wonder I've struggled with music for so long, I've fallen into my navel and never gotten out!
Yesterday, I literally never got out of my pajamas, and I painted and made collages ALL DAY. I made about eight cards that I am sending out to various friends and family members. Sometimes it's also easier to make art when it's a gift for someone else. Making the cards was a way to connect with my tribe and to also connect with fun of making something. I feel very infused lately with visual inspiration. I have a hankering to make large scale collages and to create an installation. Actually, I've also been daydreaming about my ultimate idea I've had for the last couple of years, to have an installation/performance piece using ALL my mediums. Good thig, I live in New York, the world's LARGEST LIVING INSTALLATION PIECE.
Graham comes home tonight, I CANNOT WAIT.
Nate and I know eachother back from when we were struggling open mic participants in Boston. I can remember the exact moment I first saw him. He was wearing a flannel shirt and he played "Rocky Mountain High" in tribute to John Denver, who had just died. He has gone on to shed the flannel and form a rocket-to-stardom trio, Girlyman, with his longtime friends Doris and Ty. It has been years since we just sat at one of our homes and traded songs and ate and laughed and talked about everything. I found it totally fun and inspiring. When I left the Boston folks scene some years ago, I hadn't realized I also left the day to day artistic communication that I had taken for granted. I was surrounded and steeped in music and musicians. It was easy to be inspired when you were seeing other people's work and you were eager to show your own. Sitting with Nate, and hearing his familiar voice in my livingroom, made me recall that experience and how long its been since I was a part of something like that. I missed my friend's voice, and I realized how ever since that period, I have been sitting in a vaccuum, waiting for something to come to me, instead of all this stale air.
As an artist and as a person, I've worked under the misconception that it was always easier to GO IT ALONE. How dumb! More and more, I know that that I thrive among people and whither among ilolation. It's a reality check. It makes life REAL, when you can connect with a community. No wonder I've struggled with music for so long, I've fallen into my navel and never gotten out!
Yesterday, I literally never got out of my pajamas, and I painted and made collages ALL DAY. I made about eight cards that I am sending out to various friends and family members. Sometimes it's also easier to make art when it's a gift for someone else. Making the cards was a way to connect with my tribe and to also connect with fun of making something. I feel very infused lately with visual inspiration. I have a hankering to make large scale collages and to create an installation. Actually, I've also been daydreaming about my ultimate idea I've had for the last couple of years, to have an installation/performance piece using ALL my mediums. Good thig, I live in New York, the world's LARGEST LIVING INSTALLATION PIECE.
Graham comes home tonight, I CANNOT WAIT.
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