Big changes coming. Leaving the Waynesburg chapter in my life behind as I move on to Pittsburgh in 25 days and counting.
I can’t wait for what this year will bring.
I will be blogging through it all as I start my year at PULSE
You can read more about that
Take a look around the website.
And read about the upcoming participants
I find it only ironic that the last time I posted was on New Years….about my new years resolution being to blog more.
Almost six months later and I am making my second post of the year.
It’s safe to say that I don’t take New Years Resolutions seriously.
Life is making big changes.
Hopefully blogging will make a change as well and become existent again in my life.
Crossing my fingers.
unofficial delayed new years resolution;
i’ll get there;
applications for real life stuff post-grad are quite the distraction.
This is a beautiful article…
a good read.
"When I was an art student, a professor told me, “If you are thinking about where a painting is going to hang in a gallery and what others will say and think of it before you have put the first brush to the canvas, you are missing the point entirely.”
Unfortunately, I think many young artists believe an artwork’s final destination is part of its reason to exist, and that is intertwined with the motivation to create the work. The pollution of “creation with intent to succeed” has never been more apparent than it is in the pop music of our time. Mainstream radio acts more as a pyramid scheme than an outlet for melodies and stories. A song is written. It is uncomplicated, shallow and flashy with spicy rhythm, tons of fun sounds and a simple melody that’s easy to repeat. It’s ear candy.
A long list of people will invest in the song, feeling sure it will be playing on many stations many times, then advertisers and FaithTV and movie folk pitch in, and soon you have a dollar-generating product trickling down and feeding these investors. The pyramid is in operation, and nothing much is really good about it, except maybe some memorable drives with the song repeating over and over, and finally you kind of admit the song is not all that bad because you associate it with this special moment you had.
In the end, it is still as far from art as you can go, and no one is better for it.
In all types of art there is a choice. Create what you feel because you believe in it, or create what you think will be “successful.” The difference between the two is this: with the latter, that which will be “successful” can only “succeed” for a temporary moment with you and your physical state. But that which is created in sincerity, that which reveals part of your soul without control and plan, will outlive all of us and be generated between men for years to come. Though the work may not succeed in number of viewers, it still bears a life.
This being said, just because you feel something, it doesn’t mean you will, without a doubt, go out and make a masterpiece. But you won’t produce a masterpiece without that truth. This truth is a precious thing, a heart, a nucleus, a child that must be protected from the many distractions and trials that attempt to affect it.
I often can’t put a finger on what drives me to create. What force drags me to the studio at 6 a.m.? What pulls me out of bed in the middle of the night to jot down a story idea or melody? I have always had something to say or show. Most of it, if not all of it, has been only my flawed attempts to represent truth. But it’s been a story that has unfolded over the course of my life. I just follow it, as it keeps me busy and well-worked.
Those who are proud of what they create, and who help others through it, should count themselves lucky, for this is the seed that grows the vine that traces the path that takes each of us on a spiritual journey with no end or resting place, a journey that can only be guided by the faith and can only lead to the flood of light at the final interruption of our life’s journey Our hands and minds, legs and mouths, eyes and ears, arms and feet were all made with purpose, and though you may never find that exact purpose, it is your obligation to yourself and God to search for it, and to search endlessly for a perfection that, though you will never achieve it, you must seek. This is faith. This is spirituality.
So with art and spirituality, I see parallels. Both are misread, both are distorted, both are exploited, both are misunderstood and misused. As I struggle to find my place in art and in spirituality, I am beginning to believe both are destroyed—not by the lack of understanding that seems to swarm around them, not by the non-churchgoer or the folk artist making unsaleable, offensive work with horrific scenes and poor composition, but destroyed by the millions of people who claim or subtly believe they are right and others are wrong, by the sale of an unfinished Renoir for $13 million because a piece has prestige but not quality or truth.
What I’m trying to say is that neither art nor spirituality is ever “figured out,” and they exist as a journey through each of our lives in different ways and in different degrees. You can’t know the answer. You can only have faith and try.
A creator of art can never stop developing and changing, nor can a spiritual man. In one of my grandfather’s sermons, he compared faith to a ship’s rudder being too tight or too loose, saying we must flex and adapt through life.
Art is an extension of spirituality, an expression of this journey through life that dips and climbs and challenges us all. Our faith carries us to the studio to do our work and our faith keeps us searching for perfection.
A life only exists in the moment of now. It has no need to exist in the past, which is over, or the future, which does not exist. Your life is like a lump of clay. It can remain that way through luxury and idleness. Or it can be shaped through goodness and change, until you arrive at the masterpiece that is your life.”
(And I’m sorry for all the excessive Avett posting, but Scott Avett wrote this. I was intrigued so much by his words. They’re beautiful.)
One comes of it, love it, love it
Let go of it, love comes from it
We’re not of this world for long
Faith and promise keep me honest
When starvation falls upon us
Daylight told me here I’d be
Gone with cold words spoke among hers
Wretched in the tongue of their world
We’re not of that world at all, we will never be
Wouldn’t it be fine to stand
Behind the words we sayIn the best of times
Oh, and you and I know all too well
About the hell and paradiseRight here on earth
Keep it, use it, build it, move it
Flames can’t touch how time will prove it
Watch us fly as loud as we can
Let her heartbeat change what I am now
Wouldn’t it be fine to stand
Behind the words we say
In the best of times
Oh, and you and I know all too well
About the hell and paradise
Right here on earth.
Julie and I are taking a trip to Chicago today to see the wonderful Avett Brothers.
We’re spending six hours in good ole Toledo overnight on a megabus layover, where we will probably go stir crazy.
We’re getting into Chicago at 6 am tomorrow morning.
Going to see Chicago wake up, the sun rise in the city, and then see where the day takes us.
We have very little plans.
And a lot of exploring to do.
I love impromptu plans. And random adventures.