Beating on the locks encasing my heart.
Category: Artistic Creation
(Closer – Elderbrook)
The Artist Within
Jaded
Discouraged
Fed up
Disparaged
Idealistic
Visionary
Tapping
Into
Tributary
Creationism
There is more than one use for this word.
It is the embodiment of artistic spirit within the self which must generate creations from its internal realm to give to external realms.
Solitude
In these deeper mysteries questing
No one may journey except the self
Except those who recognize that
Heart’s creativity leads to wealth.
Ira Glass On Storytelling 1
Above The World
There is something about flying over continents and passing through broadcast airwaves that allows the creative intuitive to capture and siphon into reality aspects that are meaningful.
Birthday Call
My eldest lovingly and jokingly calls me eccentric, and is it strange that we consider this a compliment?
Tools Of The Trade
Tinkering while assembling
Aspects of wildling creativity
All are scattered around me as
I develop skills into categories.
(Your Side Of Town – The Killers)
A lovely blend sounding of New Order’s “Truth Faith,” Daft Punk’s “Instant Crush,” and something more.
Coming Soon
Yessss, soon I shall post my first fledgling project…!
Wildling
When I try to record my wild side singing, she hides out of view and what comes out is a mere croaking memory.
Theatrical Arts
Acting is playing pretend in profoundly meaningful and innovative levels.
Yet, writing’s creation develops entire universes.
What Is Bliss?
I worry for myself. I worry for others.
My Youtube algorythm has just sent me the lovely and dense album by the band Ulvesang that I have just posted.
Its tones resonate like those of Michael Hedges’ and its lush emotional saturation flows into my being, filling the aches of empty spaces.
I worry because this is what it feels like to be in love. From a recording, I am receiving soothing and encompassing cadences.
I worry because with technology now more easy to access, we are able to gain so much more positive stimulation that we as individuals and as a species have needed.
But, what about real love, romance, and the pure sensate joy of physical manifesting?
While listening and watching, hearing, seeing, and emotionally feeling, no one is on the other side, sharing this with me.
There is no two-way connection – just messages over time and space conveyed.
I am not touching, tasting, nor smelling in this beyond-long-distance relationship.
When virtual reality becomes such that our neurons are just plugged into a system, what then?
As our bodies whither away from lack of conscious, purpose-driven inhabiting – to what end?
I want to be “wild and free” – “home grown” with the dream of life truly unfolding.
I guess this means that I ought to just lean into and appreciate “suffering?”
Is this what it means to “happy?”
Candid Corvid Productions 