January 2011
15 posts
“Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings.” -John Keats”
Life is a never ending question mark…whether it be, say, the weather or travel plans, what to make for dinner or what to wear to work, we live and revolve around question marks and the management of them. Why is it that we as humans are addicted to cliff hangers; the thrill of waiting and wondering, the heart ache of the over analyzing…the anticipation of answers. We read (certain) books...
“Maybe I can help you! I’m a writer you see, that’s what I do! I write up a story...”
“I can’t reach the brakes on this piano!” -Owl City”
Used Books.
Used books are like little orphans that never touched a heart deeply enough to be prized, that could never find a permanent home on someone’s book shelf. They are passed from hand to hand, giving completely of themselves to whomever is inspired to open their leaves and discover what they have to offer. Each bearing earmarks of past times and owners; underlines, smears and evidence of overly...
As a serious art student I have recently been searching out all “art” that is accessible to me, I think there is so much I can learn by looking at and studying what other people have put forth for us to experience. I carry my field journal around with me to jot down thoughts and in a sense “react” and process with words the effect the painting has on me. And while I always have an opinion anyway,...
