Other’s Creativity

Other people’s creativity is fascinating to me.

I’ve always been a creative person. It was just something that has manifested in different ways over the years. I’m still not entirely convinced that I’ve found the best outlet for it.

I always had an excellent imagination. I could pretend with the best of them. I had a cousin that was pretty good as well. She and I had a lot of good times.

I never had a lot of friends though. I always kind of found it hard to connect with other children. I wasn’t completely anti-social or anything, I just found that I would often prefer to read by myself, or play video games by myself. Those two things aren’t interesting to do with other people.

woman playing Duck Hunt video game, lightgun

woman playing Duck Hunt video game, lightgun (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I have a few close friends now, and even more acquaintances that I see somewhat regularly. The people that end up close with me usually share a special something. Passion.

Passion for something. I have a great friend who is a crazy creative like me, a video game nut and and amazing artist. We both have a passion for creative works and good video games. I have another friend that exceptionally passionate about good food, the intricacies of American Football an Basketball, and it a great friend and family guy.

The point is, I don’t get close to a lot of people, but I’m still able to admire their creativity from afar. WordPress and Tumblr have made this even easier. Hooray Internet!

I can pretty much search for anything I want and find stories, drawings, and discussion about it. It’s truly amazing.

So Thank you. All you creatives who have carved out a little corner of the internet. you claim it as your own, but let us sometimes peek inside to see what you’ve been working on. Thank you.

All The Colors

You know what I really enjoy? Color.

Colouring pencils Français : Crayons de couleu...

Colouring pencils Français : Crayons de couleur Español: Lápices de colores Nederlands: Kleurpotloden Italiano: Matite colorate ไทย: ดินสอสี ‪中文(繁體)‬: 彩色鉛筆 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It’s not so much about being an art major or having an artistic back ground. It’s truly about have a deep and abiding passion for color. I’m not really sure what to do with it, but that’s ok.

I think everyone has an appreciation for color to some degree. We all have colors we like and ones that remind us of things. We all have certain things that really jump out at us.

nothing stirs me visually like beautiful color. It’s like music for my eyes. It affects me in the same way that music does. Color is one of those things that hums in my soul.

For instance, My favorite blue is very specific. It’s the color of a blue sky that stares at you from behind the clouds on a bright, crisp autumn day. That exact blue. It’s different than the clear blue of a summer’s day it’s not the same as a clear day in winter. It’s better than a bright spring sky. The sharp piercing blue as it fights through the clouds, in contrast to the brown trees and the fiery leaves is just stellar.

I have a favorite green too. It’s the flickering, glowing green of a tree directly between the sun an me on a warm, breezy summer day. The yellow as it shines through the leaves, the flash of light when the breeze picks up, the halo of golden light around that crown of leaves. The way the green of the leaves seems vivid and alive, pulsing with life is so incredibly vital.

That’s why I love color so much. Things like that. I just can’t get enough of them.

Modern Day Geniuses

Macklemore- The Heist Tour Toronto Nov 28

Macklemore- The Heist Tour Toronto Nov 28 (Photo credit: thecomeupshow)

They’re everywhere.

With the amount of information all around us everyday, we shouldn’t be surprised that there are more geniuses than ever around. They are good at many different things. They come in every shape and size. You never know when you might encounter one.

I posted before about Macklemore. I know hip hop isn’t for everyone, but stick with me. I really got drawn in to Macklemore and Ryan Lewis’s album ‘The Heist‘. I heard ‘Thrift Shop‘ a little later than most people, but that groove just got me moving. Then I listened to the whole album.

I was completely blown away. This album was bursting with beautiful melodies, transcendent vocals, deep beats, real stories and touching personal confessions. Every song was outstanding. I felt like this was an album that would just keep growing.

Today, I read this post on Macklemore’s website. It’s the story of the album from release to today. Reading this only further convinced me that Macklemore and Ryan Lewis are geniuses. They’re geniuses because they’re clearly incredibly musically talented. More importantly, they’re geniuses because they figured out the greatest secret about being a true artist: You are unique. You have a special voice. You will only truly be the artist you were meant to be when you speak/do/create exactly what is inside you.

That’s the real secret. The only way to be that incredible kind of artist, is to be completely authentic. Be open and honest, and put all of yourself into what you create. That’s the only way to be the genius you were meant to be.

I know that Macklemore doesn’t need any publicity from me, but after reading his post today I thought more people needed to see what he’s about. I thought as many people as possible needed to pair the incredible album with the incredible artist. I just thought I would do my part in my little corner to share.

Yoga day

I won’t be going into exceptional detail about the specifics of my trip to Yoga today, I will reference it in the abstract. Also, I would like to use this sentence to say: Alright Becky, I went. I will guest post. Your move. Also how do you guest post? because I’m confused as shit about that.

Yoga Class at a Gym

Yoga Class at a Gym (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

I’ve been meaning to go to some form of moving meditation for a while now. I’ve waffled and put it off. I looked at different places different classes and whined about the cost. I looked at Yoga, Meditation, Tai Chi and something else. Today, I said ‘screw it'(with some tough love from The Wife) and I went. it was… Pleasant. I plan on returning. I also suspect that I will be sore tomorrow. In addition to that, I believe that some of the things I did tonight probably made me look ridiculous. I did not care.

In other news, I am working on a joint creative project with a previously mentioned friend o’ mine. When there’s stuff to see, I’ll let you know. Speaking of, if you like his stuff, there’s a place where you can buy prints and framed prints. Buy them. You’ll kick yourself when he’s famous one day and you’ll have to pay 10 times that for a sketch on a napkin. Don’t come crying to me, asking if I can get you some sort of close friend discount. I won’t do it. I might even tell him to charge you extra.

Last but not least, it’s getting busy around here. I will do my absolute best to make sure I continue to post every weekday(holidays excluded), but I definitely won’t hit the weekends, I have no idea what time of the day I’ll end up posting, and I might miss a day. I don’t plan on letting that happen though.

Well there’s my ‘State of the Blog Address’ as it were.

Any big changes going on with any of you?

Fin.

So I’m trying this new thing, where either I give a friend of mine an idea, then he draws something then I write, or I take a drawing of his that he already did, and write about it. Here’s the spectacular art.

Copyright Eric Meister 2013

Click on that bad boy to go to his Tumblr and see more artwork so that when he’s famous, you can say “I knew him when…from a blog from that famous writer that I knew back when.” It’s convoluted. Sorry.

This particular drawing reminds me a bit of a quote I read recently as well:

“Sorrow prepares you for joy. It violently sweeps everything out of your house, so that new joy can find space to enter. It shakes the yellow leaves from the bough of your heart, so that fresh, green leaves can grow in their place. It pulls up the rotten roots, so that new roots hidden beneath have room to grow. Whatever sorrow shakes from your heart, far better things will take their place.”
― Rumi

Another good friend of mine directed me to some quotes from the English translations of that poet. She thought that it might give me a little insight into someone else who thinks a bit like I do, or I think like him. Whatever.

This little skeleton certainly doesn’t look too upset that he’s not a living person anymore, does he? His expression seems whimsical, and combining that with his stature makes me think that maybe he used to be a little boy. He doesn’t look very sad about previously being a little boy and currently being a skeleton because he’s accepting of the changes going on. He is excited for the new things that change will bring about. He has accepted that sorrow has swept out the house and he is waiting for new things to grow.

That’s why he doesn’t look sad. That’s why he’s waiting with his hand bones on his thigh bones. That’s why he looks so content next to that leaf that seems to contain more sadness in it’s cup-like shape that he does even though he’s no longer living.

How many of us can truly say that? How many of us, still living, with few cares in the world(relatively speaking of course) can say that we’ve accepted the sorrow and are ready for the positive change it has made room for? I certainly can’t.

I am not one to let things go. I have never been the kind of person who lets something like sorrow or anger fill me up and then let it all drain out. I am the kind of man who experiences his emotions deeply, and I try to process them. After that is all done, what is left is a processed, concentrated bit of that emotion. I bottle that concentrated sadness and that concentrated anger and that concentrated fear and I save it. I put a stopper in the bottle, and I label it, and I put it on the shelf. What happens to glass bottles when the shelf gets shaken? They crack and maybe leak a little.

Everyone is created by the events that occurred in their past. We are all formed, sculpted, cast, and forged by the events that make up our lives to this very point. Any time anything happens, it creates a point of divergence where any of the possible outcomes could have resulted in a change to the over product that is us. Some people let these moments flow through them. Some people keep that history in them as scars. Some people flow with those moments. I bottle those moments and their emotions, and when that foundation is shaken later on, some of them begin to seep back out.

It would all be so  much simpler if we could let our sorrow sweep us clean for the new things to grow. That takes leaving the doors and windows open for the wind to do the sweeping. It’s hard to leave yourself that open. Can you?

History (In Which I Like Old Stuff)

While flipping through channels, I came across a show exploring medieval catholic churches.

That got me thinking about my old art history classes. I took 2 basic art history classes as well as a Renaissance art history class. I found them very interesting.

It also got me wishing that maybe I should have made art history my major. I’m sure it wouldn’t make it any easier to get a job, but it’s right up my alley, skill-wise. I excel at very few things. Things I do excel at include but are not limited to: remembering lists of facts, attention to detail, and learning when presented with verbal and visual instruction. If that doesn’t sound like the job description of something I could do with a degree in art history, then I don’t know what does.

In fact, I like old art way better than modern art. There is a lot of stuff that was made from the ’60s until now that I just find pointless in the way of art. I prefer the representational and the detailed. I enjoy the harsh lighting of the baroque, and the religious significance of the Renaissance. I can’t get enough of the attention to detail and skill present in the Dutch Renaissance masters.

I enjoy what can be done with computers that could never be done before, but abstract modern art doesn’t hit home for me. Neither does politically charged art. Surprisingly, I have a very strong fondness for street art and graffiti. I tend to enjoy text and so artistic representation of text is awesome. I could take or leave the fact that it’s usually done illegally.

Regardless, I should have taken more art history classes. Just because they are interesting. Maybe, just maybe, I still will.

 

-Christopher