This video gives me the urge to launch into a full-out discourse on the process of creation (which I can't, won't; at least not here). Let me dabble though...
In my mind, I'm linking it to the creations I saw by Cai Guo-Qiang at the Gügg (pronounced goooog, that's Lx vernacular for Guggenheim) back in March. The intricate and wordlessly creative steps taken to achieve a physical representation of the limitless landscape of the unseen mind... mah mah mah... I love it.
Inspiration renders inspired inspiration. Toward creation. The question is, which came first? the Inspired, Inspirer or the Inspiree? What's what, who's who? As long as you're in the game, shouldn't that be all that counts? There's no beggining and no end, really. It's all just a chain-link fence stretching from one horizon to the next, chasing sunsets and sunrises, dawn and dusk capturing the moments of transition with sprays of subtle tones and hues. Shades and notes and hints of sound and tinged painterly strokes brought out of absolutely nowhere. And everywhere. Simultaneously. With a fluid motion that brings change witnessable only as an after-thought, if captured and retained. And if not, we always have tomorrow. It repeats. It's all about cycles, mama Earth lets this be known, at least to those looking for it, to those with open recesses. And then we try to re-acheive it from the blending of pigments from a tube. Or whatever your medium may be. Imitation is the highest form of flattery, they say. We should all be flattered. We 'artists'. Oh well. Let us all try to be the masters of our creation.
Inspiration renders inspired inspiration. Toward creation. The question is, which came first? the Inspired, Inspirer or the Inspiree? What's what, who's who? As long as you're in the game, shouldn't that be all that counts? There's no beggining and no end, really. It's all just a chain-link fence stretching from one horizon to the next, chasing sunsets and sunrises, dawn and dusk capturing the moments of transition with sprays of subtle tones and hues. Shades and notes and hints of sound and tinged painterly strokes brought out of absolutely nowhere. And everywhere. Simultaneously. With a fluid motion that brings change witnessable only as an after-thought, if captured and retained. And if not, we always have tomorrow. It repeats. It's all about cycles, mama Earth lets this be known, at least to those looking for it, to those with open recesses. And then we try to re-acheive it from the blending of pigments from a tube. Or whatever your medium may be. Imitation is the highest form of flattery, they say. We should all be flattered. We 'artists'. Oh well. Let us all try to be the masters of our creation.
And hopefully learn in the process that the fun comes when we let it take us over. The degree of which is entirely controllable. Or is it? By whom? Are we ever really in control? Maybe when we accept the possibility that the answer was and is and will always be no... The reigns then fall into our lap. At that crucial moment when our heads were turned towards the scenery riding by us, our noses deep into fragrant breaths of sweet airs. Apreciation shall always be rewarded, the act itself is inherently so, wouldn't you say? There are so many factors to consider when considering art and its origin, synthesis, release into the public domain. As many factors as there are people on this planet, would that be going too far? Yet every once and a while...
Grab a hold of the moment. At every moment. While still letting go, giving in to it. Maybe that's the secret to the skill of living. Yet skills imply pre-determined results. There's that control factor again. Curious. I am rattling on and on here. One pot (3 mini-tazza) of Italian caffè in the making in my veins...
I digress...Let this talkie do the talkin
I digress...Let this talkie do the talkin
And I find it entirely too funny that the user name of the person who uploaded this video is popefucker. The strangest things get me gigglin. Selectively Random is best.
do you even know what youre talking about?
"blending of pigments" and "strokes" and "fluid motion"...
...im not tryna call you out but it sounds like porn to me.
who ME? yes, of course!
but i guess that can be a problem sometimes. Because it would seeem that it's just I who know what 'youre talkin about'.
i'm being deep again.
whoops.
porn. i love it. good 1 po
I got to meet an artist who was researching at the Met and she opened me up about art, and told me how nothing is really new. She was saying how artists may become inspired and how they want to preserve something. Her interest at the time was clothing and how fashion evolves~
interesting you should mention that "nothing is really new" because it's been on my mind for a while..
I just added your blog site to my blogroll, I pray you would give some thought to doing the same.
I'd be happy to check out your blog if you weren't anonymous :)