I’ve actually found a little time today and earlier on in the week to dust off my old paint brushes and pick up where I left off earlier this year with a series of abstract paintings. The joy of waiting so long between building up the stages of the paintings is that I can drastically change the whole appearance of the work.
By that I mean I’ve been cutting up a lot of what I’ve done and rearranging by weaving the designs together, creating checkboard patterns of various colours and textures… in theory… because in reality I really haven’t got a clue what I’m doing most of time, actually, all of the time. You see, I’m no artist, I don’t even pretend to be, I can’t draw and I simply mess around with paint, acrylics and watercolours.
I’m in love with texture and colours, patterns and shades. I adore various mediums and despite not having a clue what I’m supposed to be doing. I tend to make a glorious mess.
Among my passions I delight in visiting art galleries… just as music/novels/movies… I do not hold a singular genre in favour. Preferring to explore many known (and unknown) artists alike. Travelling to London and Liverpool to explore exhibitions. I’m inspired, though I lack any skill or talent. I paint, like I write (or sing) not because I’m any good, but because I simply love too…
Having no burning desire to be something I’m not really gives me the freedom to enjoy what I do for my own pleasure… if nothing else I’ve made a glorious mess and had fun doing so…
Looking ahead to the next act in my ‘notsoshortshortstory’ means looking into different areas of inspiration. I find various forms of inspiration throughout my life, some aspects are engulfed into the story as raw elements. Other more vague concepts are merely random musings which encourage me to write, with no apparent connection. There doesn’t need to be a connection. I find appreciation in all forms of art, literature, music… An advert, A song… Memories, stories, poetry anything beautiful, ugly, passionate and mundane. Existing characters, famous tales or simply a sunset at dusk. I adore discovering inspiration in the most surprising places and sharing my collection, may or may not provide any hints towards forthcoming events…
All the wonderful thingies which inspire me to write and while writing…
Having a Coke with You
is even more fun than going to San Sebastian, Irún, Hendaye, Biarritz, Bayonne
or being sick to my stomach on the Travesera de Gracia in Barcelona
partly because in your orange shirt you look like a better happier St. Sebastian
partly because of my love for you, partly because of your love for yoghurt
partly because of the fluorescent orange tulips around the birches
partly because of the secrecy our smiles take on before people and statuary
it is hard to believe when I’m with you that there can be anything as still
as solemn as unpleasantly definitive as statuary when right in front of it
in the warm New York 4 o’clock light we are drifting back and forth
between each other like a tree breathing through its spectacles
and the portrait show seems to have no faces in it at all, just paint
you suddenly wonder why in the world anyone ever did them
I look
at you and I would rather look at you than all the portraits in the world
except possibly for the Polish Rider occasionally and anyway it’s in the Frick
which thank heavens you haven’t gone to yet so we can go together the first time
and the fact that you move so beautifully more or less takes care of Futurism
just as at home I never think of the Nude Descending a Staircase or
at a rehearsal a single drawing of Leonardo or Michelangelo that used to wow me
and what good does all the research of the Impressionists do them
when they never got the right person to stand near the tree when the sun sank
or for that matter Marino Marini when he didn’t pick the rider as carefully
as the horse
it seems they were all cheated of some marvelous experience
which is not going to go wasted on me which is why I am telling you about it
Take a little walk to the edge of town
and go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you’re never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
in a dusty black coat with
a red right handHe’ll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you’ve been a good boy
He’ll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He’ll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul,
but there won’t be a single thing
that you can do
He’s a god, he’s a man,
he’s a ghost, he’s a guru
They’re whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a red right hand
You don’t have no money?
He’ll get you some
You don’t have no car?
He’ll get you one
You don’t have no self-respect,
you feel like an insect
Well don’t you worry buddy,
’cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
red right hand
You’ll see him in your nightmares,
you’ll see him in your dreams
He’ll appear out of nowhere but
he ain’t what he seems
You’ll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I’m warning
you to turn it off
He’s a ghost, he’s a god,
he’s a man, he’s a guru
You’re one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his red right hand
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
So, basically, more music, vampires (again) music lyrics, poetry and art… What a delicious cocktail of inspiration… I’ve also kinda delighted in re-discovering Marina Abramovic again…
So, as something different from killing characters, I’m including a little of my work that I dedicated to her performance piece ‘rhythm 0’
I really should add vampires (maybe) I keep finding vampires inspiring me…
A look at the fuel for this weeks writing endeavors, music and movies which is currently poking my brain with ideas. I’m not sure that I actually incorporate any certain influence into my work. It’s more of an outside expression, a collection of various media I surround myself with that ignites my creativity more than directly absorbed into my words…
… Put basically ~ the shit I listen too/watch while I’m scribbling away…
Enjoy!
KALEO LYRICS
“Way Down We Go”
Oh, father tell me, do we get what we deserve?
Oh, we get what we deserveAnd way down we go
Oh, way down we go
Say, way down we go
Way down we goWhoa, you let your feet run wild
Time has come as we all go down
Yeah but for the fall—oh, my—
Do you dare to look him right in the eyes?
‘Cause they will run you down, down ’til the dark
Yes, and they will run you down, down ’til you fall
And they will run you down, down to your core
Yeah, ’til you can’t crawl no more
And way down we go
Way down we go
Say, way down we go
‘Cause they will run you down, down ’til you’re caught
Way down we go
Whoa, baby, yeah
Whoa, baby
Baby
Way down we go
Yeah
And way down we go
Way down we go
Say, way down we go
Way down we go
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Which is possibly better known as featuring on this:
Simply… All you other gorgeous Bloggers out there in blog land!
I adore discovering beautiful blogs to follow, I passionately read through new posts… I have shed tears at devastating experiences people have bravery shared and laughed freely at amusing tales.
I love to read other characters come to life through the words of fellow writers. I find inspiration and feel inferior at times. (most of the time)
I relate to a wide blogging family and hope you keep your words coming…
… Just in case you’re wondering where my heads at…
Please, read, share, absorb… I’ve deliberately wanted to include these links because they have brought me so much joy recently. I have also had the privilege of attending a talk and exhibition by the incredible Semiconductor at The Phoenix, which only added to all this whirling inspiration and my desire to create… Even if I create nothing more than a mess!
However there are layers to my insane sprawling paintings, I want to strip away most of all the work, I want to find the hidden landscapes within the ‘pictures’ to leave myself with an alien horizon that I can attach to a poem or incorporate into my ever expanding short story. I’ve started editing and that now each piece has shared with me its name I can include you all with this process, I’ll try not to bore you too much and I promise I will also get back to my tale.
However my blog is more than just a one trick pony, so sometimes you will need to wade your way through my personal mental vomit to find your way back to the adventure. It can be quite a ride, so hold on tight and we shall see where the unknown takes us from here…
Collection inspired my Joan Mitchell …
Now they have all given me their names, I’m happy to share them …
Mixed media… Lots of mess! Another Non-Artist creation …
Tatterhood 