Oh, the harmony.
This is a band you could say I have a lot of love for...
Above is a song that I haven't heard much, it has quite a different sound to their current album stuff, but still it is very much, them. Perhaps it is the guitar.
It is beautiful, haunting, strong, and oh so perfectly formed, they sing words as though breathing song.
Harmonizing, it is as though you have a room of plates spinning, all at the same speed, with grace, it is a connection unlike any other felt.
Does my blog need a filing system, a better one?
I'm going to refrain for the minute as:
a) there are more important things I should be getting on with i.e. eh hem, dissertation.
b) I want to start other more organized blogs and they will have the pleasure of being kept neat tidy with labels and effort and will hopefully be less a constant stream of thought's and words.. and dribble.
c) ...just not today anyway.
a) there are more important things I should be getting on with i.e. eh hem, dissertation.
b) I want to start other more organized blogs and they will have the pleasure of being kept neat tidy with labels and effort and will hopefully be less a constant stream of thought's and words.. and dribble.
c) ...just not today anyway.
Nos Da Gorffennaf
Optimism seeks light, still,
It probably always will,
Keep the fire burning,
But build it bigger on our own.
It probably always will,
Keep the fire burning,
But build it bigger on our own.
Yesterdays Post is Old News (Press I> & Read)
Things are happening all around us, that we have little or no control over.
It is hard to comprehend the actions we could take to make the world a 'better place'.
Without trying to sound like an appeal or a preacher of any kind,
I feel the need to share these thoughts with you.
They are not of any great density, and I don't propose anything other than reading them.
It is more a small personal library of thing's to keep in my mind.
It is possible to be there for others. We can affect someone we know or a strangers day greatly.
Think.
No matter how bad things may seem, there is always someone in a more difficult position.
Also, It is important to look after ourselves,
The things that trouble us, can, if willed to, make us stronger.
Striving to overcome personal, national, global battles can, make progress seem so much sweeter.
If you will excuse this rather crude analogy; it should be obvious and perhaps refreshed to our minds that: like life, if toilets are left unattended for a long period of time, thing's, do start to get messy.
This may have little or no impact on anyone, it is after all just words.
Fat Freddys Drop, 'Hope'
Hope by Porteous
Today I spent some time making something for the twins room.
The gender's were revealed last week to us, a beautiful boy and girl... well it's 99% a girl - she was being a 'little minx' apparently when they were having the scan.
The brown and white patches derive from some beautiful bedding, a couple I also used to make my sister's wedding bunting, some tie-dye that made a terrible scarf and the yellow was wrapped around a present I received from a good friend for my birthday. Ideally I still have time to produce something more family orientated for them, like a patchwork/bunting made with squares of our families clothing.
My sister and her husband have been here for the last week, there has been lots eating, sleeping, talk of names and shopping with grandmothers to the to-be-born's. Soon they will return to their home, the buzz will evaporate and it will be time to get away, I need to visit some friends, family, places, make plans and quite importantly drive some work.
blogg off
I don't know who is writing in my blog, It doesn't feel like me.
Not what I want anyway - It feels far too pretentious, and with the risk of sounding just that;
I'd like to think that I'm not like that...
A fine friend once said to me, 'you can have many personalities', in this way I think we're colourful.
Somedays I might like to talk about thing's, and pretend I know what I am saying is about.
Truthfully, I am just human, which don't get me wrong, that's a pretty bloody lucky situation to be in, it also means that nothing is perfection - there isn't such a thing, or is there, you tell me.
Really, I just like to think, and if punching at keys cures this agitation, then C'est la vie (Just so you know, I can not speak French, I learnt this through Bewitched lyrics when I was 12)
Not what I want anyway - It feels far too pretentious, and with the risk of sounding just that;
I'd like to think that I'm not like that...
A fine friend once said to me, 'you can have many personalities', in this way I think we're colourful.
Somedays I might like to talk about thing's, and pretend I know what I am saying is about.
Truthfully, I am just human, which don't get me wrong, that's a pretty bloody lucky situation to be in, it also means that nothing is perfection - there isn't such a thing, or is there, you tell me.
Really, I just like to think, and if punching at keys cures this agitation, then C'est la vie (Just so you know, I can not speak French, I learnt this through Bewitched lyrics when I was 12)
Colorcolourcolourful
a more colourful / flavoursome / spritely direction.
\\Perhaps.
Royal Whelsh.
One week of work, that I won't forget soon. I will never look a toilet in the same way, I now have the most extreme amount of patience with varying personalities, and will quite possibly develop a bit of an obsessive attitude to cleanliness over the next few days, also, I find the brummy accent of the catering staff has rubbed off onto mine, both them and blue roll, quite possibly saved my sanity.
Quote's of the week:
"You'd make somebody a lovely wife."
"You can't work for them. Your not Polish!"
"Excuse me? But I have a badge!"
Song that has been on my brain's duke box:
Big Boi - Shutterbug, particularly the line, "Baby babe, Your in my system, my system."
Tonight, I will return to my bed, insulated walls and slated roof, no doubt I've learned many things over the past several days, truth be, right now, I am a feeling like a mushroom.
"Coming back next year...?"
"..."
Big Love and emotional vibes.
Your in my system.
Quote's of the week:
"You'd make somebody a lovely wife."
"You can't work for them. Your not Polish!"
"Excuse me? But I have a badge!"
Song that has been on my brain's duke box:
Big Boi - Shutterbug, particularly the line, "Baby babe, Your in my system, my system."
Tonight, I will return to my bed, insulated walls and slated roof, no doubt I've learned many things over the past several days, truth be, right now, I am a feeling like a mushroom.
"Coming back next year...?"
"..."
Big Love and emotional vibes.
Your in my system.
Good thing's come in pairs
When I finished work at 3 o clock this afternoon I took a little excursion, all of 50 yards away, to the charity shop where my mum volunteer's. It happens to be my favourite place to buy clothes and other items, the finds are so so easy, and so affordable, sometimes it feels like I'm stealing!
My first find was something I've been looking for for a while- a nice bag to put my laptop in, because although I love my rucksack, I often feel like I'm going hiking when wearing it and can get carried away and jump onto thing's when I shouldn't - this can be quite a shock for my grey haired o.a.p laptop of the fruit variety, so in respect I chose a cherry tan satchel that looks like it has a few years left in it (more than can be said for my o.a.p friend). I also went a away with one lovely Laura Ashley dress made in the U.K. it's very simple but the cut is a bit flattering, and Im'a feel like a lady in it! Not forgetting some very (to use a made up word) fantabulous culottes. I picked them up thinking it was a so so kinda skirt, and 'do I need any more pattern' poked at me, it wasn't until I was in the actual process of putting them on, that I realized just what they were.
After telling myself quite firmly that I wasn't going to buy any clothes or other things that come under the 'body adornment' heading, this summer (because a. I have more than enough thing's residing in this area and b. I am more than capable of using them to their full potential - i.e. I have a coat I've worn to death since I was sixteen, reason, it's got better looking with age.) I was shocked to realize my failure, I had gone against my own wishes, and wasn't doing myself any favor's whilst I'm currently trying to iron out the creases in my bank account. The thing I fail to mention before typing any of this is that, because my mum is a volunteer she gets a discount, at a charity shop? A bit wired you may think, but I guess she's working for free so there should be some perks right? These perks are the dogs eh hem.. 'perks' because this stuff goes from 'oh so reasonable' to 'now I feel like I'm stealing!'
I am more than happy with my loaned purchases, I'm going to pay my mum back, obviously, and I won't need to take out a loan to repay her.My first find was something I've been looking for for a while- a nice bag to put my laptop in, because although I love my rucksack, I often feel like I'm going hiking when wearing it and can get carried away and jump onto thing's when I shouldn't - this can be quite a shock for my grey haired o.a.p laptop of the fruit variety, so in respect I chose a cherry tan satchel that looks like it has a few years left in it (more than can be said for my o.a.p friend). I also went a away with one lovely Laura Ashley dress made in the U.K. it's very simple but the cut is a bit flattering, and Im'a feel like a lady in it! Not forgetting some very (to use a made up word) fantabulous culottes. I picked them up thinking it was a so so kinda skirt, and 'do I need any more pattern' poked at me, it wasn't until I was in the actual process of putting them on, that I realized just what they were.
After telling myself quite firmly that I wasn't going to buy any clothes or other things that come under the 'body adornment' heading, this summer (because a. I have more than enough thing's residing in this area and b. I am more than capable of using them to their full potential - i.e. I have a coat I've worn to death since I was sixteen, reason, it's got better looking with age.) I was shocked to realize my failure, I had gone against my own wishes, and wasn't doing myself any favor's whilst I'm currently trying to iron out the creases in my bank account. The thing I fail to mention before typing any of this is that, because my mum is a volunteer she gets a discount, at a charity shop? A bit wired you may think, but I guess she's working for free so there should be some perks right? These perks are the dogs eh hem.. 'perks' because this stuff goes from 'oh so reasonable' to 'now I feel like I'm stealing!'
I am just so over the moon and under and around it, with happiness for my sister's family, and my family, and me, and the world because theses babies are going to be the next best thing since my 6 year old nephew was born.
All this deserves it's own post, if you've been reading this I've probably already lost your attention by now so, yeah I'm happy, you get the point.
Babes. Dungaree's. Bliss.
One more thing; after 'paying' for them, the lovely lady in the shop then asks, "so when are you expecting...?"
I suppose I was wearing a rather oversized cardigan, I was really too happy to mind.
Amazon Dandelion
Hey, well isn't this nice, I think about you most of the time, your never far from my thoughts, your never far from my mind. I miss you like the sun, I miss you like the trees. It never seems to sink in just how far away you might be. Hey, well isn't this nice, I know your smiling with me. You show yourself in the dandelion heads, you follow me around pretending your not dead. I find my self smelling your smell in that soaked up smoke only I can tell, and I wish you could be here, but the wishing comes from fear. I can't picture them now, sailing your bed through the crowd, but clear in my mind you spoke to me at the gates in a dream, you said you'd hired an actor to take your place, it'd be better than the real thing. I find your smell and I hold onto it well, you rain through the air, a snowstorm in slow motion, I'll keep with me that staged act of a second notion. x
Alice in Whales: Deception of A Story
It's Sunday morning, and I'm flicking through the local arts magazine, (named after a mammal close to the welsh hills heart) just to see what's going down in and around the place. Hey, what's this little beauty I spot?! On page 6 in the 'art' section, in a very modest sized text, one advertisement reads:
Museum of Modern Art, Machynlleth
[Phone Number]
Until 1 Aug 'A Story of Deception.
FRANCIS ALYS.
My heart decides to skip a beat as I read, what a gem to visit while I'm staying with my parents for the summer I think. A friend took me to this exhibition when it was in London last year, my ears had never noticed the guy before, and I was won over, over and over, room after room showing the artist's brilliant, humourful and striking idea's, he has had a large impact on the way I have been thinking about and making art, I'm even edging towards doing some film! (not of any standard, just experimenting at the moment)
So.. where was I?
Then curiosity gets me, I sift through the next few pages, looking for the bigger advert, surely this is something the area would love to boast about, am I right?!
It is nowhere to be found.
Something smell's a bit fishy.
Later in the day I take a look at the gallery's web page, (I'm quite excited here, I didn't even realize there was a MoMA in Wales, why haven't I heard about this, surely it can't be linked with the one in that there country across the pond?)
Nothing! Ddim gweld i Francis ar yr... Website (excuse my welsh)
Wait a minute...
I take a look at the Museum of Modern Art, New York's site,
and sure enough, they have some good exhibitions coming up...
"Fracncis Alÿs: A Story of Deception THROUGH AUGUST 1"
I can't deny, I wish I had thought of the idea.
If something looks too good to be true...
I mean, Francis Alÿs, by the seaside, in Whales.
Museum of Modern Art, Machynlleth
[Phone Number]
Until 1 Aug 'A Story of Deception.
FRANCIS ALYS.
My heart decides to skip a beat as I read, what a gem to visit while I'm staying with my parents for the summer I think. A friend took me to this exhibition when it was in London last year, my ears had never noticed the guy before, and I was won over, over and over, room after room showing the artist's brilliant, humourful and striking idea's, he has had a large impact on the way I have been thinking about and making art, I'm even edging towards doing some film! (not of any standard, just experimenting at the moment)
So.. where was I?
Then curiosity gets me, I sift through the next few pages, looking for the bigger advert, surely this is something the area would love to boast about, am I right?!
It is nowhere to be found.
Something smell's a bit fishy.
Later in the day I take a look at the gallery's web page, (I'm quite excited here, I didn't even realize there was a MoMA in Wales, why haven't I heard about this, surely it can't be linked with the one in that there country across the pond?)
Nothing! Ddim gweld i Francis ar yr... Website (excuse my welsh)
Wait a minute...
I take a look at the Museum of Modern Art, New York's site,
and sure enough, they have some good exhibitions coming up...
"Fracncis Alÿs: A Story of Deception THROUGH AUGUST 1"
I can't deny, I wish I had thought of the idea.
If something looks too good to be true...
I mean, Francis Alÿs, by the seaside, in Whales.
Not a lot shot & forgot
I've been expecting it
I don't know if it came today, or not
I've been good at hiding it from myself
It's some thing I've done, a lot
I've been telling myself to put it behind me
That we have had, our shot
I've been wanting it to forget me
And was starting to think it had, forgot.
I don't know if it came today, or not
I've been good at hiding it from myself
It's some thing I've done, a lot
I've been telling myself to put it behind me
That we have had, our shot
I've been wanting it to forget me
And was starting to think it had, forgot.
First Times
For my birthday a few months ago, I received an 'oh so lovely' little notebook from a couple of friends, who I used to go to college with. When my other book was full (that my good friend Kelly gave me), it was the perfect opportunity to christen this one with my scribbly markings.
Writing in any new book is like starting the most frustrating of thing's.
A blank page screams perfection, a single black mark can look as bad as a bird shit on the president of America's white house. But although I revel in the pristine condition of thing's new, these 'things' agitate me, they show me up to be the farmers daughter I really am, born into wellies and a fine layer of dirt on the skin. So in essence, I look forward to nurturing the cloth to a finely worn, perfection of it's own, making this book, my own.
I'd like to again thank my friends for theses gifts (even if they never read this). I'm not sure they will realize how much it may mean to me in the future. I hope it's not too inward looking to see this book as an 'archive' of my life - it won't just be about me, it will be coming from my brain, but also from the surroundings and people I encounter along my way, or I choose to reflect on. If I don't put pen to paper to speak literally, I'll never know all these things that are going on in my mind and floating on around me. Also I want to sleep easy tonight knowing thing's that 'bother' me are on paper, and maybe circling less around my head.
Writing in any new book is like starting the most frustrating of thing's.
A blank page screams perfection, a single black mark can look as bad as a bird shit on the president of America's white house. But although I revel in the pristine condition of thing's new, these 'things' agitate me, they show me up to be the farmers daughter I really am, born into wellies and a fine layer of dirt on the skin. So in essence, I look forward to nurturing the cloth to a finely worn, perfection of it's own, making this book, my own.
I'd like to again thank my friends for theses gifts (even if they never read this). I'm not sure they will realize how much it may mean to me in the future. I hope it's not too inward looking to see this book as an 'archive' of my life - it won't just be about me, it will be coming from my brain, but also from the surroundings and people I encounter along my way, or I choose to reflect on. If I don't put pen to paper to speak literally, I'll never know all these things that are going on in my mind and floating on around me. Also I want to sleep easy tonight knowing thing's that 'bother' me are on paper, and maybe circling less around my head.
Exposure
Sitting in my living room reading I find myself returning to this morning...
A friend came round for band practice, I'd just got out of the shower so he waited in the living room. When I came down from my room he was coloring with crayons in a book (something he does occasionally). I couldn't help but look to see what he was doing as I walked in, I was looking at the page for what, I don't know, but now I find myself thinking how rude this may have been of me - It's not something I would of done if he was writing, I don't think.
So back to the present. The word 'Exposure' comes to mind. Someone mentioned it earlier in the week at a gig 'the band' played, when talking about their band, (this is slightly off the point but may prove to have some relevance as I continue). This idea of 'exposure' - getting yourself seen in order to be noticed, it's everywhere; in music, film and where this subject lies, the vast spectrum that is referred to as 'visual culture' (after research into the art/craft boundary, I guess you could say I'm in two minds as to whether genres or labels should come into effect here). As a visual culture student doing a contemporary applied arts course, there is pressure to show every little detail of your work to tutors, or else the obvious - you risk not being credited. Before attending interviews for uni we were reminded (by our tutors) how much tutors love sketchbooks, I'll be honest here, who doesn't enjoy looking at someones direct output onto paper and trying to see, if they can figure out just a little of what their about? But surely, we should realize this is all just a bit intrusive, perhaps understandably this is how you 'get by' when joining an institution dedicated to 'visual culture', but it would seem that, long gone are the days of personal journals with people posting work online to show progress and achievement in order to be noticed, unless of course there are people out there keeping their thoughts and other things to them selves.
So what am I trying to say... The Internet is a huge subject to even begin to fathom right now, it plays a massive part in our culture, and trying to decide if, when and how to expose my thoughts, will be a subject that my brain will continue to cut/paste and update it's opinion on.
One more thing:
Just in case I do decide to expose this 'thing', I'd like to state that I am not the sole author of this, for I couldn't have thought it, if I'd never opened my eyes, ears or mind to the words and thoughts of others, so this is not my idea alone, it's just something that I came to realize.
A friend came round for band practice, I'd just got out of the shower so he waited in the living room. When I came down from my room he was coloring with crayons in a book (something he does occasionally). I couldn't help but look to see what he was doing as I walked in, I was looking at the page for what, I don't know, but now I find myself thinking how rude this may have been of me - It's not something I would of done if he was writing, I don't think.
So back to the present. The word 'Exposure' comes to mind. Someone mentioned it earlier in the week at a gig 'the band' played, when talking about their band, (this is slightly off the point but may prove to have some relevance as I continue). This idea of 'exposure' - getting yourself seen in order to be noticed, it's everywhere; in music, film and where this subject lies, the vast spectrum that is referred to as 'visual culture' (after research into the art/craft boundary, I guess you could say I'm in two minds as to whether genres or labels should come into effect here). As a visual culture student doing a contemporary applied arts course, there is pressure to show every little detail of your work to tutors, or else the obvious - you risk not being credited. Before attending interviews for uni we were reminded (by our tutors) how much tutors love sketchbooks, I'll be honest here, who doesn't enjoy looking at someones direct output onto paper and trying to see, if they can figure out just a little of what their about? But surely, we should realize this is all just a bit intrusive, perhaps understandably this is how you 'get by' when joining an institution dedicated to 'visual culture', but it would seem that, long gone are the days of personal journals with people posting work online to show progress and achievement in order to be noticed, unless of course there are people out there keeping their thoughts and other things to them selves.
So what am I trying to say... The Internet is a huge subject to even begin to fathom right now, it plays a massive part in our culture, and trying to decide if, when and how to expose my thoughts, will be a subject that my brain will continue to cut/paste and update it's opinion on.
One more thing:
Just in case I do decide to expose this 'thing', I'd like to state that I am not the sole author of this, for I couldn't have thought it, if I'd never opened my eyes, ears or mind to the words and thoughts of others, so this is not my idea alone, it's just something that I came to realize.
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