I take inspiration where I can get it, whether thats when i’m out exploring (and who can forget that time I had the bf pull over while we were driving around Big Bend National Park to try and sketch some of the mountains out there that caught my eye….in 100+ degree weather), through books I read, magazines I pour over, websites I spend too much time on (tumblr, you hell-site) or of course, through music.
Generally, I listen to anything and everything I can get my hands on, usually through exposure from playlists people make over on 8Tracks ( you can go take a peek at my playlists collection here if you’re curious) but a couple of months ago the bf brought home the latests album from the band Bastille and it caused a flurry of inspiration in my mind. I love the band for their creative approach to songwriting, musical experimentation and of course their lead singer Dan Smith’s vocal talents and by the time I had reached the end of the album I was clutching a bunch of new favorites. The Anchor is the second to last song on that album and… I couldn’t quite say what it was that stuck with me, but it dug deep. I remember listening to that song on repeat for what felt like days on end until I found myself with free time on a Sunday and there I was, sketching out the lyrics. And then a couple of days after that I was fumbling with my colored pencils, blue smudged all over my hands and my arms sore from detailing swirl after swirl. Surprisingly even after the hours I spent working on this, I still really love the song.
( Obviously the art doesn’t do the song justice but, it was lovely to see the way the song made me feel expressed out on paper. )
It’s been a while since I posted up pages from my art journal or just art in general hasn’t it?
It’s… easier for me to write posts that deal with traveling, because I can ramble on for ages detailing life on the road or the virtues of a specific landmark but art -and especially my art journals- they’re definitely more personal and I always feel that I have to dig that extra inch deeper to come out with something worth saying. And what is it that i’ve dug up from the deep this week? Lets see…
Tumultuous friendships- those that bud rapidly and then just as easily are shed. Also, the Byzantine era, oddly enough? Those two things have nothing to do with one another….or actually they could have so much to do with one another but, at least in my head, they’re at two different ends of the sheet. The first is something i’m generally always dealing with, the second a new interest. But, progress! I’ve stopped throwing my shoes at the wall in frustration with people who have a hard time differentiating who they want me to be and who I actually am- and as for my rogue interests, i’ve stopped flipping my wallet open at used book stores just for a chance to feed the addiction that comes from learning new (but generally useless in my everyday life) things. Anyone else nursing budding random interests?
June is bringing with it muggy hot weather here in Texas, but i’m feeling positive about the future and at least I have a great supply of iced coffee in the fridge that is keeping me cooled and caffeinated.
These pages were done while huddled in a car going 85 mph down a darkening highway, sitting on the rough blanket of a motel while sleep tugged at my eyes, at the table of a very not-so-great restaurant while sunlight streamed through the glass ceilings and finished up while sprawled on my office floor, maps and brochures scattered around me.
I still have my primary art journal to finish but this one…I can’t even tell you what prompted me to stuff this brand new journal into my suitcase instead of my usual one, except maybe i’m a sucker for blank pages and the cute little compass rose embossed on the cover couldn’t have been more cliche-perfect for a roadtripper like me. It was lovely to have new, perfectly clean pages to work on though, like a open map in front of me just begging for an adventure to be picked out, a route to be highlighted. Maybe this will be the one I take with me on whenever I renew my Texas adventures….I don’t know yet, we’ll see.
( Currently tired to the bone, haven’t yet even made the effort to edit a single photograph and while my hands itch to start type-type-typing out things for stories i’ve shined to a polish in my mind, i’m just taking it easy this week. I go back to work tomorrow and I don’t know if i’m quite ready to throw off that restless feeling of being on the road, the whole country laid out as a possibility and nothing to stop you from just driving till you can’t anymore. I’ll be exchanging my mudcaked shoes for sensible flats, my ripped and dirty jeans for bookish trousers and pushing up my glassed on my face not to get a better view at the vista laid out in front of me but to analyze numbers and dosages again. But….I think i’ll be ok and honestly, being back home isn’t the worst feeling, especially not when I burrow into my couch and queue up some episodes of X Files to watch with the boyfriend, thats a pretty great cozy feeling actually.)
It’s strange, the ways one person can present a million different facets to the world at large. And I don’t mean that in a bad way, not at all. More so the ways we present ourselves to different people in our lives. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about, this isn’t a radically new concept. Lately what I’ve been more concerned with, beyond the different ways we act with friends vs parents vs strangers, is the way we present ourselves at large vs the utterly private persona we only entrust to ourselves.
The thoughts we don’t even entertain while among friends but freely unravel in private. Questions you would never pose to your most trusted confidant that you could spend hours going over with yourself, as if in a private one on one interview.
How we operate, just for ourselves.
It’s a heady question, a cavernous drop towards things that lead to so many other questions to ask. Or maybe I spend way too much time in my own head and need to get out more. (Yeah, that’s probably pretty likely ). But still though, what would you say is the main difference- the divergent factor if you will- from the person you present to others and the person you are just for yourself?
They call it the Red Planet.
Vulcan, that is. Not Mars.
And no one really calls it the red planet but yet, here we are.
Er, anyways, as always inspiration strikes in weird ways for me, and while currently i’m deep in the throes of Hamlet inspired single-mindedness, this piece, and another like it, were made about 2 months ago, before I got sucked under by worthy prose.
If you want to get a good idea of what inspired this series (because at this point I would really call it a series, considering there’s the urge for more redness itching under my fingers) you can give this mix a listen to, it’s something disastrously epic.