Wabi-sabi. It's my new favorite word (and it's so fun to say). It is something I have loved for quite a long time, I just didn't know what to call it. Wabi-sabi is finding beauty in things that are imperfect or incomplete. Friends usually scratch their heads when I am taking pictures of dilapidated buildings and rotting fruits, but these are the things I find most interesting. Perfection is something so many strive for, yet perfection is not attainable. I find "perfect", "whole" things boring. I would rather capture something real. Something that has seen some history, faced some trials. And aren't the people that we admire most the people that freely admit they are not perfect? The people that have faced the most hardships? Hardships leave scars. They leave a mark on us so we always remember what we have come from and how we are better for having gotten through it. Wabi-sabi people in a wabi-sabi world.
November 24, 2011
Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Go eat some food and spend time with people that love you.
Listen with the night falling we are saying thank you we are stopping on the bridges to bow from the railings we are running out of the glass rooms with our mouths full of food to look at the sky and say thank you we are standing by the water thanking it smiling by the windows looking out in our directions back from a series of hospitals back from a mugging after funerals we are saying thank you after the news of the dead whether or not we knew them we are saying thank you over telephones we are saying thank you in doorways and in the backs of cars and in elevators remembering wars and the police at the door and the beatings on stairs we are saying thank you in the banks we are saying thank you in the faces of the officials and the rich and of all who will never change we go on saying thank you thank you with the animals dying around us our lost feelings we are saying thank you with the forests falling faster than the minutes of our lives we are saying thank you with the words going out like cells of a brain with the cities growing over us we are saying thank you faster and faster with nobody listening we are saying thank you we are saying thank you and waving dark though it is--W.S. Merwin
November 23, 2011
|Godspeed my good friend.|
So after all the posts I have written about changing peoples' lives, I realized I haven't done much to try and change the world. Sure I have sung a lot. Even at Carnegie Hall and Lincoln Center. And while it is a unyielding belief of mine that music changes the world, I get just as much out of it as the person listening. I sing because I love it. So yesterday I "donated" something that for the past year has been very dear to me: my poetry journal. I was switching journals, and instead of throwing the journal away or tearing the pages out for a later use, I decided to brighten someone's day with it. I love things like Found Magazine (link) and often dreamed of finding a treasure left behind by someone; something that would give me a clue as to what their life was like. I also dreamed of leaving behind a piece of myself somewhere for someone else to find. It's kind of like the butterfly effect. So that's what I did. I hope that my journal finds someone who needed cheering. And I included a bookmark and note that asked them to add some poems and one day pass it on to someone else. If you feel like changing someone's day for the better, let me know know how you did i, and I'll post. We're all in this world together, might as well make it as wonderful as possible.
November 22, 2011
This week I thought I would show how to make some poetry. This is not an original idea, I have seen it done many times over the years, but it's so much fun and the possibilities really are endless. I think it's less intimidating than sitting down and trying to write a poem for scratch. These are great for journal entries, or gifts for someone special. You could even turn it into a card, or if you want a HUGE project try altering an entire book. So here we go!
1. Choose a topic (or don't, just let words organically jump out at you)
2. Start blacking out words and letters with your pen/marker.
3. Leave some words and phrases unscribbled until you have a sentence.
4. Keep going until your have said everything you want with your poem.
Yeah pretty simple I know.. I probably didn't need to write a tutorial on it, but whatever. Here's an example of one of mine:
Impossibly steep road.
Breath in the weight of the mountain.
Nettles waiting; stinging bare skin.
Have fun. Let me know if you make any and I'll post.
November 21, 2011
A few quotes caught my eye the other day:
Every new day is another chance to change your life - anon
He is able who thinks he is able - Buddha
No matter how hard the past, you can always begin again - Buddha
I found a tremendous amount of wisdom and solace in these few sentences. Times are hard for most people today, particularly in this economy. And sometimes that can lead to a feeling of hopelessness. I know I experience that feeling often. I think that we often forget that each day is an opportunity and is precious. We DO have the power to actually change things in our lives; we have the power to change other's lives. Today I started trying to change little things in myself for the better. I forgot that it was my job to do this and I have missed so many chances to change simply because I felt I was at the whim of circumstances. Do you forget that you have the power to change things? Do you forget that new beginnings can start anytime? I hope these quotes inspired you. Let me know what you think.
November 17, 2011
It's Thursday again and that means a new poem. There are many things in life that feed my soul. Art and music. And poetry. You can often find me in the poetry section of Barnes and Nobel, sitting on the floor, reading. Poetry goes straight to my heart and makes me smile, laugh, appreciate, cry, and reflect. It heals the parts of me that hurt the most. I can't help but share something that affects me so greatly. A Boy and a Girl is short and yet brings up so many wonderful images of love. And it uses one of my favorite words: savor. I hope that you savor this.
A Boy and a Girl
Stretched out on the grass,
a boy and a girl.
Savoring their oranges,
giving their kisses like waves exchanging foam.
Stretched out on the beach,
a boy and a girl.
Savoring their limes,
giving their kisses like clouds exchanging foam.
Stretched out underground,
a boy and a girl.
Saying nothing, never kissing,
giving silence for silence.
November 16, 2011
Just another photo edit. I've finished one set and I am now working on a new one. I still don't have names for all the photos or either of the sets, but I am sure they will come to me eventually. I took this picture in a friend's garden in Washington state. I think it was a zucchini blossom.
Let me know what you think.
November 15, 2011
Today my roommate/best friend had a pretty lousy day, and If I had tons and tons of money I would have gone out and bought her flowers, and completely decorated the house, and set up an elaborate dinner. But I don't and I didn't. However, anyone can use things around them to brighten someone's day. Even if they don't have money/time to buy a bunch of stuff. So here's what I did.
I have a bunch of art magazines that I read, and usually I tear out the pages I find inspiring and the rest I will use for art projects. If like me you don't have the money to buy a bunch of flowers, make some out of paper. They last longer too. Here are some great tutorials on how to make paper flowers:rolled paper flowers
Paper Cherry Blossoms
I decided to vaguely combine elements from each of those tutorials to come up with these huge flowers.
|The magazine I used was Sommerset Studios|
November 14, 2011
|"Who Killed John Key" -- Sam Mahons|
Using Stumble Upon (one of my favorite sites), I found an article about Sam Mahons "Who Killed John Key?" He was asked if he was afraid people would be offended by the image. He responded "All art is expression and metaphor and the job artists have is to make people feel uncomfortable. Now once you've made people uncomfortable you've got their attention. And once you've got their attention you can begin to change their mind." Which made me question what I think my job is as an artist. While I agree that art should make people think and question their beliefs or the current social/political ect system, I never considered my job as an artist (or musician for that fact) one to make people uncomfortable. And I have heard these kind of comments from artists of all kinds. I even read a magazine article last holiday season in which a woman claimed gifts should be something that takes a person out of their comfort zone.
I always viewed my job as one of uplifting society; inspiring "ordinary people" or "the average Joe". I think the world is full of uncomfortable people, what the world needs is more people who are inspired and fulfilled. Don't get me wrong, I love artists, musician, architects, and any creative people that strive to wake people up or change their perspective. And we need these people. But I find this idea of "uncomfortable to change people's minds" can be taken too far; I find artists that rely purely on shock value to be tiresome and pretentious.
November 11, 2011
If you haven't already noticed by how this blog is set up, I am a total nerd and LOVE organizing things and making lists. I also have a habit of being oblivious to the small things in life; the things that can bring the most joy. Therefore, Fridays will now be full of love; specifically things I love. So this post is dedicated to..... TEXTURE!
|Favorite Texture Medium: Golden Crackle Paste|
I love lots of texture in everything: food, clothes, and especially art. I love the turn a lot of abstract art has taken now; artists are adding crackle paints, gritty mediums, paper pulps, coffee grounds, anything to enhance roughness. I was browsing through some art on esty and was so inspired (artists like this one). I think I am going to have to do a texture set when I get my paints unpacked.
November 10, 2011
Presently, many things are in the process for me; i'm looking for an apartment, another job, and trying to work on some art. So in celebration of the"getting there" stage, I thought I would post one of my favorite poems about the creative process and how art can take unexpected turns.
Why I Am Not a Painter
I am not a painter, I am a poet.
Why? I think I would rather be
a painter, but I am not. Well,
for instance, Mike Goldberg
is starting a painting. I drop in.
"Sit down and have a drink" he
says. I drink; we drink. I look
up. "You have SARDINES in it."
"Yes, it needed something there."
"Oh." I go and the days go by
and I drop in again. The painting
is going on, and I go, and the days
go by. I drop in. The painting is
finished. "Where's SARDINES?"
All that's left is just
letters, "It was too much," Mike says.
But me? One day I am thinking of
a color: orange. I write a line
about orange. Pretty soon it is a
whole page of words, not lines.
Then another page. There should be
so much more, not of orange, of
words, of how terrible orange is
and life. Days go by. It is even in
prose. I am a real poet. My poem
is finished and I haven't mentioned
orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call
it ORANGES. And one day in a gallery
I see Mike's painting, called SARDINES.
November 9, 2011
When I was younger I decided to start a journal which I filled with photos of friends, poetry, and pre-pubescent angst. Now twelve years later I still keep a journal, but instead of filling it with all my angsty ramblings, I fill it with art and inspiration. The art helps me look back through the journal and remember my life as beautiful. And it helps me see that I am always growing as a person, artist, and musician. It's my art journal. I thought I would share some pics, and I hope to inspire someone to keep their own art journal; whether you fill it with pictures, poetry, doodles, paintings, quotes, scrap book elements, ticket stubs, or some smears of coffee grounds from breakfast. Times become hard and you fall down. I empathize with this presently. It helps to look back on better days. And know better days are still coming.
|A one page spread. I usually cut them in half.|
November 8, 2011
I once thought I would go into English for a career. I just can't resist a good poem, metaphor, onomatopoeia, or alliteration. Thus, we have Tutorial Tuesday.
While I was working in New York I always had a lot of co-workers comment on my hair styles; which was a huge surprise considering I am so uncoordinated I can't even blow dry my hair and use a brush at the same time. Fortunately, there are many bloggers that post hair tutorials for the uncoordinated people such as myself. So, if you are often mystified by a seemingly elaborate do, here is a great site. Maegan is a pretty stylish lady. Love Maegan.
Someday soon I will put up my own painting tutorials here, however that will have to wait until I find an apartment of my own. All of my painting supplies are still in boxes :( Enjoy!
She also has fun DIY projects. I like her side french braid a lot too. Let me know what you think!
November 6, 2011
An early update as I will be busy tomorrow morning. I've been trying to put together a photography set. So I've been editing pictures and trying to add pictures that flow well with each other. It's turning out to be harder than I thought because I am tying together modern hotels, a crumbling penitentiary, and ruins in Switzerland. I'm not sure when I will finish the set, but I thought it would be nice to show a preview. The one above is from a trip I took to Switzerland some years back. Let me know what you think.
November 4, 2011
I have a journal in which I write down poems that move me. Typically my journals are filled with art and doodles but I wanted the poems to speak for themselves. Recently I have been transferring the poetry into a different journal that I like better, which is a lot of fun because I get to read all of the poems that made me laugh and cry all over again. I thought I would share with you one of my favorite poems:
This is Just to Say
I have eaten
that were in
the ice box
you were probably
they were delicious
and so cold.
-- William Carlos Williams
It's a simple poem which I find funny; I like to read it slowly so that I can really experience the line breaks and form he uses. It's simple enough that I even read it to the 5 year old I babysat last year and we had a whole conversation about it. He talked about it to other people for weeks. So cute.
November 2, 2011
|(We Could All Use a Little)|
It's funny how often I find myself putting things off because I am waiting for the perfect time. We invent so many excuses to put off the things we really want or need. I am again the new girl, having recently moved. I moved for several reasons; two big reasons were to pursue a musical and artistic career. Maybe start putting some paintings up in local shops, teach voice lessons. But I always have excuses not to start these projects. I didn't even want to start my blog until it was perfect; the background was perfect, I learned more HTML, ect. However, is life ever "perfect"? Should we just stand around waiting for the right time to pursue our dreams or start on our projects? Maybe the right time doesn't simply "come". Maybe we need to take a leap, make it happen, and hope it will work itself out. I'm going to be editing photos until I have a set I want to display. What projects have you been putting off?