Monday, February 28, 2011

Colourful jewels of inspiration

the pictures that make me happy

Shaun Tan

I'm right at the start of a run, the moment when you're about to begin a 5 hour math test. That breathlessness when you know of all the hardship ahead. A part of me is excited about all the images and paintings I'll get to explore and create. The other half is shivering, it knows all to well the frustration and long hours that lie between me and christmas. I think once I start... everything will seem easier. So at the moment I'm distracting myself by my favourite images, hoping they will give me the motivation and inspiration I need.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

I've got sound on my mind

My favourite songs of today are:

Local Natives - Airplanes
Little Red - Slow Motion
Angus and Julia Stone - Hold on
Jonsi - Sinking Friendships
Telepopmusik - Into Everything

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Wrap us up in plastic

Uni starts in 6 days. I'm making the most of my freedom till then.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Valentines day

The last few days have been a dream.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Sunday, February 6, 2011

I wish I lived on the sea

I am forever drawn to the substance of water. There is nothing like the sensation of being submersed in water. The weightlessness, the space of the subconscious and all the mythicism it entails. The mere vastness of the ocean, the power and it's weakness. Water has the abilty to withhold and to let go. For me it suspends the world. Diving into it's depths one leaves everything behind the glassy surface.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

The Elegance of the Hedgehog

A book that stole my heart.
Quotes that discover a truth I had not known how to articulate:

What is the purpose of Art? To give us the brief, dazzling illusion of the carmellia, carving from time an emotional aperture that cannot be reduced to animal logic. How is Art born? It is begotten in the mind’s ability to sculpt the sensorial domain. What does Art do for us? It gives shape to our emotions, makes them visible, and, in so doing, places a seal of eternity upon them, a seal representing all those works that, by means of a particular form, have incarnated the universal nature of human emotions.

But when we gaze at a still life, when–even though we did not pursue it–we delight in it’s beauty, a beauty borne away by the magnified and immobile figuration of things, we find pleasure in the fact that there was no need for longing, we may contemplate something we need not want, may cherish something we need not desire. So this still life, because it embodies a beauty that speaks to our desire but was given birth by someone else’s desire, because it cossets our pleasure without in any way being a part of our own projects, because it is offered to us without requiring the effort of desiring on our part: this still life incarnates the quintessence of Art, the certainty of timelessness. In a scene before our eyes–silent, without life or motion–a time exempt of projects is incarnated, perfection purloined from duration and its weary greed–pleasure without desire, existence without duration, beauty without will. For Art is emotion without desire.