Blue Hands and New Days

Fables and coffee sketches

The New Days Rise, Sleepy Coffee and Fables
Blue hands and Fables

Just a couple of work in progress projects,and I can’t help but love the feel of blue on my fingers. The months drawing to a close and theres been so little and yet so much going on, that feeling of a blurred rollercoaster ride thats not taking you anywhere but changing you all the same.

After almost 5 months in some kind of weird holding pattern, i’m breaking out of it, slowly but surely. I’ve spent the last couple of days sending people weird and overly emotional emails, crying over songs about outer space, marveling at the beauty of rainbows bursting overhead outside of hospital room windows, dancing around my room in the middle of the night in my jammies and in general just feeling like a final goodbye is the best kind of healing sometimes. Basically, i’m going to be ok.

Songs on Repeat:
Stay AliveJose Gonzalez
Hallelujah- Panic! At The Disco
Shut Up and Dance- Walk The Moon
Uptown Funk- Mark Ronson
Love Me Like You DoEllie Goulding
Eternity (reprise)Stellardrone
SugarMaroon 5
All I Want (manilla killah remix)Dawn Golden
Come and Get Your LoveRedbone

Yeah, it’s been a week of Top 40 hits for me, what can I say? I’ve been needing some pick me ups and just slightly mindless fun to dance around my room to so, there you have it.

Still not drowning in my coffee,
~M

Inspiration for March on a Tactile Scale

These past couple of months, whenever I needed inspiration, something to get the tiny hamsters in my head running, I would usually turn to online sources. From Tumblr,  to Pinterest boards, browsing posts allover the blog-o-sphere and reading articles from many spectrums of publications, old and new alike. It’s wonderful, the huge world that is online, all the many thousands of people who are brilliant and creative and all just a click away.

But.

There’s something to be said for the inspiration that can come from more tactile sources, like magazines and books. Right now, whenever I look at books I feel unbearably guilty (probably because I keep buying awesome, amazing books and  then keep piling them all over my apartment and they’re probably all getting to know each other and preparing a mutiny) , and so, magazines it is. I needed to pick up a new journal for my newest artsy project (er, in short, making an art journal and documenting the process, with the end goal of a chunky fantastic journal and footage to splice together for a music/arts video) and while I was at the book store, I took a peek and dive through their magazine section, and these are some gems I found.

~ Yvi (http://www.yvimag.com)

~ Mark (http://www.frameweb.com/magazines/mark/mark-47)

~ Hi Fructose (http://www.hifructose.com/2013/12/17/hi-fructose-volume-30-preview/)

~ Flow (http://www.flowmagazine.com/ )

Some of these i’ve read before, some are new ones that caught my eye, and while i’m not sure if i’ll be buying all of them again, they will hopefully help grow the urge to push myself further into the areas i’m interested in but haven’t yet quite dived into. My confidence is a quiet and small thing, and while I wouldn’t wish it to be a rampaging elephant, I could at least aim for the calm certainty of a steady river.

Slipping my fingers over the glossy pages of Mark, I get the rush that comes from  the beauty of perviously unseen and innovative architecture, and I acknowledge that perhaps i’m too afraid of being noticed, of making ripples. This issues of Yvi focuses on the theme of Liberation, and I can’t help but think that on the heels of the last thought, it’s oddly fitting. The cover of Flow features the quote ” Creativity requires the courage to let go of certainties.”- Erich Fromme and that is yet another domino falling in the circle of things that point to the inexplicable fact surfacing that perhaps fear is good when it comes to creating, but i’ve been fostering it too much, to the disservice of other emotions. And Hi Fructose is. Well. A cornucopia of fantastical images that sear a desire in me to burst color onto pages and images onto film. 

The first page of any journal is insanely nerve-wracking and gets me all twitchy with the thought of making horrid mistakes, (same with sketchbooks) but… today i’m feeling that maybe I should put the usual fears into a cleverly constructed box and not take them out till a good deal later.

I wish to create, build, innovate, with all the cells in my body humming together in agreement, and all the worlds contained between the pages of those magazines make it feel just that much more possible.

~m

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