Ive only recently started this blog and also started seeing and reading whats out there. I’ve managed a few interesting follows, and I’ve got a few myself (my most humble apologies). Ive been thinking I need to give some shape to this formless mass of images and stray words so it wont be so tedious to digest. Im sure there’s some kind of impression created and thus a responsability on my part as well. Ive been slapping around artistic venture since my earliest youth, in fact I consider it more of an incurable ‘Tourets Syndrome’ of sorts. One of the things ive noticed is that i could probably use a higher and more comfortable seating arrangement. My “desk”; inmovable concrete legs and floor tile. Fortunately there are a few intense bloggers out there, specifically ‘Opiniated man’ and ‘Sarah Buzzkill’. OM is relentless in his blogging, makes me think of a Jack Kerouac on speed, more in the intensity than the writing style. But like the saying goes ” the drop of water pierces the stone not by its strength but by its persistence.” Im more of heavy drop kind of guy. Adjustments will be made. Another thing that I find interesting is the actual process of combining images and words. It does sound simple, and maybe it is for most people, but im having some trouble because its hard to strike a balance with these equally weightyexpressions. Especially when each one has had and has, its own life. Its like trying to combine 2 different symptoms of the same artistic disease.
Im quite aware that there are people with serious intentions with their blogs and I feel for them, in a combination of respect, envy and sadness. But sadness only the aspect that all artistist feel, wether of the camera, brush or of the pen (or keyboard in this case) its not easy for these intentions to break through the digital membrane of every fools gold, all I can say is you have no choice but to never stop. Im sure serious writers have their literary onslought on many different fronts, and this is only one.
I guess I should confess that I am the lucky recipient of the abundance of time in this last incarnation. By last incarnation im referring to the last few months of course. My respect to all of you that have work, families and are still somehow managing to create a space for their artistic voice. I have recently found myself again trying to shed my skin and up to now I can only guess what color is under the old one which is beautiful even in its disintegration. Ive always held the belief that time doesn’t take away anything from the artist, on the contrary it becomes an oak barrel in which these things arrive at their own particular flavor. Im sure there are many things im forgetting but, whats the rush, all things in time. Much love and light to all you keyboard jockeys, you keep me inspired.