I love art. I love it like I love people who are close to me. It is my friend. Or rather, my friends, I should say. Music and photography are some of my dearest friends. I don’t spend half enough time with them, but when I do, it exhilarates my soul like nothing else. I am trying deeply to abide by my own words, as written in the post below (road trips and order forms). I think that at least ideologically, I was right. But when it comes right down to it, this job is stifling. I’m surrounded by people all day long; but I feel alone. Art is my only escape from the repetitive, maddening humdrum of work and life. Art is a true and dear old friend.
I’ve spent a lot of time over the past couple days reviving my photo blog, putting up new pictures, old pictures, pictures that make me feel reminiscent and bittersweet. It’s so difficult to carve out time for beauty; I’m so tired all the time. But sometimes beauty requires no work on my part, and some of these photographs are simply me taking note of unadulterated magnificence in life. Sometimes it is nice to be a quiet bystander, and these photos are my reflections and inspirations on life as I see it through the lens. Please don’t hesitate to visit. It’s called Wings Of The Wind.
Music has also been nagging at me recently, like a kid with a question who won’t leave, but keeps tugging on my sleeve. I’ve given in and put up some new material, as well as some rerecorded old material on my virb music page. If perchance you happen to visit the page, please feel free to leave me a comment, snide remark, etc. I, like every self-indulgent artist, enjoy immensely hearing from people who happen upon my work.
I leave you with two thoughts. Always love, because love conquers all; and keep creating and bringing about beauty, everyone. Peace.
2 Comments
February 25, 2008 at 2:23 am
beautiful post. I so agree. May you dive into your art and music and find success abounding and fulfillment every day!
March 12, 2008 at 5:22 pm
I worked in a cubicle once. I edited all day long in a dark place. The writing was technical, so no flights of fancy entertained me. One day I said good-bye and walked out into the fresh air for good. I stood and blinked at the sun, which seemed so close. I had grown so much in that dark place. : )