I’m so thankful to be surrounded by such beauty all the time.
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday, for all those celebrating in the states.
A while ago one of my chums and I were emailing back and forth about the phenomenon of rediscovering a song. I’m not talking about when you just recently heard that NKOTB song and unbeknown to you and mortifying-ly, you still held all the lyrics in that great melon on top of your shoulders. What I am talking about is when you’ve heard a song a bajillion times, you probably even know the lyrics, but you’ve never REALLY LISTENED to them. Or maybe you understood to the best of your knowledge, but then life happens and your life experiences broaden and now the song you’ve heard dozens of times all of a sudden makes SO MUCH SENSE to you and your life. Well, my friend, recently had this happen to her and blogged about it. And now, here I am blogging about it as well… and now here I am blogging about blogging. Okay, wait, back on track.
So, I was listening to my ipod at work, probably on shuffle and this Ben Folds song came on. The first track on the above tape. It has a sad feeling to it, as does a lot of music I really love. All of a sudden I hear the lyrics “Elliott, man you played a fine guitar and some dirty basketball” and like that I got chills. Now, I’ve had this album since it first came out and it’s only now that I have realized the song was about Elliott Smith, another sad singer/songwriter that I love. I had the fortune/misfortune of seeing him live before he died. I say fortune/misfortune because I got invited to a private show for a different artist and then discovered Elliott was opening. Beyond thrilled, just slightly. Now comes the misfortune. He never made it through his songs. He attempted over a dozen of his songs, but would have to stop. He apologized to the audience and explained it was because he had fallen asleep on the plane in a weird position and had no feeling in his hand. Each song was like a little heartbreak when he just couldn’t finish it. At this point I had already heard about his substance abuse issues and worried it might have more to do with that then the poor circulation and nerves. I found an article here by a critic who mentions the performance. It was probably within a year I was sitting in my mom’s classroom. I was working at the middle school myself at the time and I was on her computer when I read that he had died. No more new music, no more chances to see him live and be redeemed. After hearing the Ben Folds song I checked out Elliott’s wikipedia page to discover there have been several other artists who have written song for or about him after he passed. Rilo Kiley’s “It just is” and “Ripchord” and Rhett Miller’s “The Believer” to name a few.
So, as I’m composing this post I’m listening to a Ryan Adams station I’ve created on Pandora and guess what. The Ben Folds song above just came on. More chills.
Still going strong on reducing my inbox, and bringing you fun links and inspiration along the way.
A while ago I read this blog post on the Drawn blog. It’s about the artist Randel Plowman who offers a brand new original piece of artwork every day. I’ve read about daily artists before and I really love the idea. Doing a little research I found this article about the painting-a-day phenomenon on ebay. The article says that there are possibly hundreds of artists out there who produce and offer for sale their original work on a daily schedule. Furthermore, the author says, and this is paraphrased, that by combining the practice of daily production, blogging and selling on their own, artists are then able to offer their work and buyers might be able to purchase and collect work at a more affordable price because the gallery and/or consignment fees are cut out and sold directly to the buyers.
I really have admiration for those who have the stick-to-it-iveness to do something daily like this. At the beginning of the year I committed to doing a quick daily collage in my page-a-day book. Well, that didn’t really last for very long. I’d love to try and do a piece and add it to my etsy shop each day for a month. That sounds more do-able. When I see a month coming up where things aren’t so hectic I hope to give it a whirl.
And inspired by Tiffany, I’m baking pumpkin bread. Curiously, I had all the ingredients already on the shelves.
That never happens. Never.
The inspiration never ceases, and instead of sharing, my inbox has begun to swell with messages to myself and links to pass on. It’s too much, and would overwhelm anyone, in one post alone, so I will attempt to share bit by bit.
On lope’s journal she posted a video of Danny Gregory’s about his new book. It is a book collecting a variety of artist’s sketchbook pages. In his words: “I’ve been looking for this book as a boy… and because I never found it, I had to make it myself.” That’s funny because it is exactly the book I was looking for as well. Ever since college I’ve kept a sketchbook, often times it’s filled with more writing of concepts, ideas and loose sketches. I was looking for a book that would show me how other people fill their sketchbooks when I purchased the book “Artist Journals and Sketchbooks” online. If you’ve ever seen the book Artist’s Journals and Sketchbooks, you will understand that it is not about sketchbooks in the sense that I was looking for. In fact, I was so disappointed that I put the book away on a shelf for a long time before rediscovering it and enjoying it for what it was, a technique book for creating books as an art. Once I did discover it, it really helped open up my world to all sorts of new art procedures. So, it is years later and now here is that book that I think I might be looking for again. Will it be what I hoped for? Or maybe different than what I thought, but just as important again.