Hurricane by Halsey – Lyric Art

Halsey Lyrics, art exploration Processed with VSCOcam with hb2 preset And There's A Storm, lyrics art And There's A Storm You're Starting Now

Whenever I do this art thing in my blue colored pages, it’s usually because i’ve got lyrics stuck inside my head, or perhaps a really good line from a book kept knocking around my head over and over, unable to get out unless it came out of my fingertips. This time it’s Hurricane by Halsey, that got stuck up there needing a way out.

I’m not yet a fan of all her songs, or maybe it’ll end up being an acquired taste like the lovely Lana Del Rey, but either way, this song came up in a playlist I was listening to on Spotify and there was just something about it…that 90’s vibe, a fall of shivers down my spine at the feeling of memories not really my own coming up in my mind…it got stuck and this is what came out. I would suggest that if you haven’t heard the song before- to maybe listen to it without watching the video on youtube first, just to see what comes up in your own mind first.

~m

Thorncrown Chapel- Eureka Springs, Arkansas

Path to Thorncrown Chapel

Lovely green and structure

The architecture inside Thorncrown Chapel

Look up, Thorncrown Chapel

Bible and Stone, Eureka Springs AR

Inside Thorncrown Chapel

The silver light beams, Thorncrown Chapel

Thorncrown Chapel in the Green

Thorncrown Chapel, Eureka Springs AR

It’s one of the greatest mysteries of my life that given my agnostic/atheist/whatever-you’d-like-to-call-it status, I still somehow inevitably end up in places that bubble over with jubilant fervor towards a higher power. Theology and the sociological aspects of institutionalized religion interest me, and visiting grand Cathedrals or other amazing places of worship always end up somewhere on my travel list wherever I go, but even if they don’t, I still end up sitting somewhere monumentally beautiful, just breathing quietly.

You’d think living in Texas I would get my fill of religious architecture, but the simple truth is, there is no great beauty in the mega churches that are so popular here. They stand either like great arenas where huge screens and big speakers broadcast sermons or they’re boxed up buildings that speak of a modernist twist that just doesn’t call forth that spark in the chest of reaching towards the heavens. There are a few here and there that are small and lovely- homages to what people call a “simpler time”, and a small number of older cathedrals that breathe a subtle gothic vibe amid their more progressive neighbors. In general though, beauty in religious architecture is incredibly hard to find here, at least as far as i’ve been given a chance to see.

Thorncrown Chapel though, in the midst of the green splendor color riot that is Eureka Springs, Arkansas, is an incomparable beauty. There is a feeling of being closer to something, anything, while sitting in the still quiet here and it is truly a place worth visiting even if you have zero inclinations towards anything regarding religion or architecture, just to breathe in a little of the calm devotional joy that overflows like a gentle spring here.

~m

A Line Of Love, Around My Neck

Love, the necklace
Hands, chest and shoulders
Love, the idea
A line around my neck, Love
The love, necklace

Love, the idea of it in all forms. From the start of time to the very end, it remains such a constant, this bond we create with others and enforce throughout all our lives with words, actions, thoughts and creations.

Both so flimsy and unbreakable in the same breath. To me, the love for a friend is as strong as passionate romantic love, and to other the love for family is strongest of all. Millions of ways and counting to express this inexpressible occurrence of emotions.

I’m a writer, in the sense that I express myself best through words and prose infused ramblings. And though I have read my favorites, Neruda and Yeats,and dunked myself in the lovely throes of their expressions of love found, I’ve always thought that- to me at least- the idea of love was best expressed in music. The kind of music that transcends and breaks through language barriers and tugs at the hearts of everyone regardless of origin. Prose is lovely and fantastic, and the most skilled wordsmiths can break my heart apart with just one good sentence, but music puts me back together and to me at least, it cannot be surpassed in the stirring of emotions.

Songs that infuse in me the idea of love, to the very tips of my fingers:

Fyfsta– Olafur Arnalds

The Heart Asks Pleasure First– Michael Nyman

Beethoven’s 5 Secrets– The Piano Guys

We Had Today– Rachel Portman

Charms– Abel Korzeniowski

The Ash In Our Clothes– Sleeping At Last

Your Hands Are Cold– Dario Marianelli, Jean-Yves Thibaudet

Messier 45– Stellardrone

The Light– The Album Leaf

Adagio For Strings-The City Of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra

Cloud Atlas Finale– Tom Tykwer

Your Hand In Mine-Explosions In The Sky

~m