I've watched it 6 times, despite knowing the dusting would bother my eyes, maybe because of it. It is so wonderfully composed, the music brought home how much music and art and feelings are so intertwined. Wonderful find OP.
Where shall I start? Painting night and day, trying to make ends meet, being disappointed and ignored all the time, having episodes of depression, feeling rather left alone and giving up on humanity. That is pretty much what I feel behind the easle. I gave up on making shitloads of my talent (or drive), since you got to have incredible amounts of luck to get there. Look around in galleries and you'll agree that talent is not the main drive as a salespoint. Painting for economics is the worst thing a man can come up with as a lifelong mission.
I wish I had photos or video where you can see the strawls through the room, the jumping up and down when a line or colour works, the dancing (secretly) to annoying discosongs, the silently smoking and staring at the canvas, they all illustrate a form of joy and happiness I never encountered while interacting with humans. Last night I was painting feathers on a bird, you can see exactly where I was awake and where I was too sleepy to paint. The last part is being corrected as we speak.
You see, even though it will never be the endeavour most people phantasize about and even though it is far from the romance painting or the thought about it entices, that moment when a work is done and it looks like you wanted it to look, is a godly moment. That's when I see a glimpse of what I can and that gives hope and joy for the next canvas-adventure. It starts to become a place to hide, escapism, but also a place to show off. Painting isn't just about pictures, composition or colour. Painting is about a will, a drive, an energy. It gives a chance to stand closer to nature and admire all the art she has created. Compared to Mother Nature I'm a bleak insignificant piece of shit, compared to my last painting I have grown a tiny bit, compared to the dreaming and aspiring young man I was, well, the body's older. Painting is a choice of life and to make it to the high sales, you get to choose between love, passion, irrational behaviour and cold hard rational money making. I choose the former. :-)
I cried while watching, because I know the suffering, the feeling of being unwanted or unseen, but also because I should not care about rat races and carreer and keep this passion on the highest level possible. It inspires.
And, worst of all, you can't stop it, even if you could, and at the same time you would never stop it given the choice. The curse of art. You see things, hear
things inside of you, and they must get out, you allow escape for those emotions, those things you see, the outrage, the joy, it's all there in front of you and you must express all of that.
You are an artist...a blessing to the outsider, and a curse that are not.
But mostly it is a blessing. You see and do things most of the living will not, or can not do. You do, and you just keep right on doing it while you have the chance.
We are all fleeting.
And never give up this rare and precious curse that life has given you. It is a beautiful thing.
I wanted to be a lot of things when I was a kid, but mostly I felt music. I was fascinated by drums. I don't know why, but I heard it, something. I found an old discarded drum kit in the trash in my neighborhood. Probably the parents had enough of the noise...well I trash picked it up and brought it home to our basement, our basement was just the anteroom to our garage in a row home.
Anyway I assembled it best as I could, the high hat was amazingly in good condition, but the skins on the drums were pretty tattered, to a drum player, that's a bad thing, but I played them lovingly, even without a foot pedal.
It was the 60's mind you....and I heard this song called Pinball Wizard by the Who...and then I wanted to play guitar.
I am left handed, so everything I've ever done was goofy footed, right down to the left handed curse of the blue hand marker in a Catholic school.
I heard these chords, and I wanted to play them.
I told my bemused and tolerant parents, so they got me a plastic guitar for Christmas. It was fantastic, and I had no idea how to play it, and my parents had no idea how to arrange that. We had no money, and they were focused, rightfully so, on having food on the table for all of us.
So I figured out how to make that guitar out what I heard. I changed the tuning, had no idea what that was but I liked it, I heard that sound, felt something and I just kept playing, because I liked it.
Eventually the strings started breaking, and I restrung to accommodate what I heard. I ended up with playing a right handed upside down guitar tuned to an open G.
This story is getting burdensome to the viewers and I will stop now.
So just keep on doing what you do well, and what you like...And FTW, it will go on as it has always has. Enjoy your life faults, joy, anger, love, hate, everyone has them, few have the ability to express them, you DO.
Well, maybe you already play it like it is for 40 years? What if listening while playing is somewhat the same as hearing yourself speaking while you do? Did you ever record your music?
Yes, and I hated my voice, it was not what I thought should be Some guitar tracks were better than I thought and they kept them. Keep in mind it was long ago.
I say them, they were geniuses, a 16 track Teac....I only had a 4 track....and they were better than me at recording..and they were very good at layering.
True old school, huh? :-) I hang a lot with musicians, mostly rap, jazz and metal, and they bring the noise allright. :-) I told one of them about your experiences with tapes and he grinned, while pointing at a computer. It is way easier now, but think of this: the effects and ways of building your musical work are done by hand, by craftmanship and probably inspired the musicians who are now doing it "with a button" and never will reach that sound level or producing level, skills, that you have. Just like the way you were/are looking at your idols and heroes. :-)
It is fun to discover something about a person I hardly know, but like to talk to online. So, Appaloosa, what's inspiring you today? :-)
Likewise Maternitus. I've met some really nice, talented people here on Snapzu and you are one of them.
Well, today I am inspired by food. I have the place to myself and I am cooking meatballs, not just any meatballs. The best! I have a party at my house once a year for my staff and their families...and the meatballs are a required request. They take a long time.
Ingredients:
2 lbs. of ground beef
1 lbs. of ground pork
Garlic, onions, salt, pepper, fresh basil, oregano, thyme, rosemary.
2 whole eggs
Stale bread (preferably a baguette)
Olive oil
I use Barillo basil premade tomato sauce, but use your favorite.
Now most people just roll some meat into balls and pop it the gravy (real Italians call it gravy, not sauce) Nope, that's not the way to do it. You want them moist, boiling them makes them hard.
Method:
Finley chop up the garlic, onion and basil.
Beat the eggs
Chop up the bread into sizes about the size of your fingernail.
Put the beef and pork into a big bowl and blend them. Now, here's the thing, don't use your hands to mix, use chopsticks and swirl. If you use your hands it gets the meat compacted, and you want it loose.
Put in the garlic, pepper, basil, oregano, thyme, rosemary. Pour in olive oil, as much as you damn well like. Well anyway a few good swigs. Throw in a half cup of the tomato sauce and again use your chopsticks and swirl to bled all of the ingredients. Put in those beat eggs and swirl again till even, then the bread, again, don't use your hands, use the chopsticks to mix evenly.
!!!!!!!!!
This is important.Take a break with a glass of wine, or, umm, coffee for an hour and let the ingredients get acquainted with each other. These Italian things are emotional and noisy, so just ignore them. It's a cultural thing.
Time lapse, maybe with Dr. Who.
Now it's ok to use your hands. Pick up the meat and roll your meatballs one at a time and put them on a plate. You can make them any size, but larger is better to keep them moist about 3 inches in diameter. I know your metric, so about 7.5 cm...I grew up avoirdupois...sorry.
Ok, here's the key, you are not going to cook them you are going to brown them. Use olive oil. Heat up the pan and fry them one side at a time, use a big spoon and a spatula to carefully roll them over. Don't crowd them (remember they just met), it will take a few rounds to get them all. Do not cook them through, just brown them.
Now you are going to bake them....WTF...bake meatballs, yep.
Put them on a large baking dish, Cover them in tin foil because they are going into a preheated oven at 190c for about an hour.
Take them out and finito.
There will be wonderful juices in the baking tray. Put that in the gravy you have been making all along...oh wait, we didn't talk about that, well, another time.
So that was a long story about my inspiration for today.
I've watched it 6 times, despite knowing the dusting would bother my eyes, maybe because of it. It is so wonderfully composed, the music brought home how much music and art and feelings are so intertwined. Wonderful find OP.
Where shall I start? Painting night and day, trying to make ends meet, being disappointed and ignored all the time, having episodes of depression, feeling rather left alone and giving up on humanity. That is pretty much what I feel behind the easle. I gave up on making shitloads of my talent (or drive), since you got to have incredible amounts of luck to get there. Look around in galleries and you'll agree that talent is not the main drive as a salespoint. Painting for economics is the worst thing a man can come up with as a lifelong mission.
I wish I had photos or video where you can see the strawls through the room, the jumping up and down when a line or colour works, the dancing (secretly) to annoying discosongs, the silently smoking and staring at the canvas, they all illustrate a form of joy and happiness I never encountered while interacting with humans. Last night I was painting feathers on a bird, you can see exactly where I was awake and where I was too sleepy to paint. The last part is being corrected as we speak.
You see, even though it will never be the endeavour most people phantasize about and even though it is far from the romance painting or the thought about it entices, that moment when a work is done and it looks like you wanted it to look, is a godly moment. That's when I see a glimpse of what I can and that gives hope and joy for the next canvas-adventure. It starts to become a place to hide, escapism, but also a place to show off. Painting isn't just about pictures, composition or colour. Painting is about a will, a drive, an energy. It gives a chance to stand closer to nature and admire all the art she has created. Compared to Mother Nature I'm a bleak insignificant piece of shit, compared to my last painting I have grown a tiny bit, compared to the dreaming and aspiring young man I was, well, the body's older. Painting is a choice of life and to make it to the high sales, you get to choose between love, passion, irrational behaviour and cold hard rational money making. I choose the former. :-)
I cried while watching, because I know the suffering, the feeling of being unwanted or unseen, but also because I should not care about rat races and carreer and keep this passion on the highest level possible. It inspires.
And, worst of all, you can't stop it, even if you could, and at the same time you would never stop it given the choice. The curse of art. You see things, hear things inside of you, and they must get out, you allow escape for those emotions, those things you see, the outrage, the joy, it's all there in front of you and you must express all of that. You are an artist...a blessing to the outsider, and a curse that are not.
But mostly it is a blessing. You see and do things most of the living will not, or can not do. You do, and you just keep right on doing it while you have the chance. We are all fleeting.
And never give up this rare and precious curse that life has given you. It is a beautiful thing.
Because I did.
I wanted to be a lot of things when I was a kid, but mostly I felt music. I was fascinated by drums. I don't know why, but I heard it, something. I found an old discarded drum kit in the trash in my neighborhood. Probably the parents had enough of the noise...well I trash picked it up and brought it home to our basement, our basement was just the anteroom to our garage in a row home.
Anyway I assembled it best as I could, the high hat was amazingly in good condition, but the skins on the drums were pretty tattered, to a drum player, that's a bad thing, but I played them lovingly, even without a foot pedal. It was the 60's mind you....and I heard this song called Pinball Wizard by the Who...and then I wanted to play guitar.
I am left handed, so everything I've ever done was goofy footed, right down to the left handed curse of the blue hand marker in a Catholic school. I heard these chords, and I wanted to play them. I told my bemused and tolerant parents, so they got me a plastic guitar for Christmas. It was fantastic, and I had no idea how to play it, and my parents had no idea how to arrange that. We had no money, and they were focused, rightfully so, on having food on the table for all of us.
So I figured out how to make that guitar out what I heard. I changed the tuning, had no idea what that was but I liked it, I heard that sound, felt something and I just kept playing, because I liked it.
Eventually the strings started breaking, and I restrung to accommodate what I heard. I ended up with playing a right handed upside down guitar tuned to an open G.
This story is getting burdensome to the viewers and I will stop now.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FywSzjRq0e4
This was where I wanted to be the guitar player.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0CVoFsUhC4&list=RD0Qz_b1di3i8&index=5
Begining https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4AKbUm8GrbM
So just keep on doing what you do well, and what you like...And FTW, it will go on as it has always has. Enjoy your life faults, joy, anger, love, hate, everyone has them, few have the ability to express them, you DO.
BTW...I can still not play it how I hear it! 40 years!
Well, maybe you already play it like it is for 40 years? What if listening while playing is somewhat the same as hearing yourself speaking while you do? Did you ever record your music?
Yes, and I hated my voice, it was not what I thought should be Some guitar tracks were better than I thought and they kept them. Keep in mind it was long ago.
I say them, they were geniuses, a 16 track Teac....I only had a 4 track....and they were better than me at recording..and they were very good at layering.
And I am talking tapes then...really tapes
True old school, huh? :-) I hang a lot with musicians, mostly rap, jazz and metal, and they bring the noise allright. :-) I told one of them about your experiences with tapes and he grinned, while pointing at a computer. It is way easier now, but think of this: the effects and ways of building your musical work are done by hand, by craftmanship and probably inspired the musicians who are now doing it "with a button" and never will reach that sound level or producing level, skills, that you have. Just like the way you were/are looking at your idols and heroes. :-)
It is fun to discover something about a person I hardly know, but like to talk to online. So, Appaloosa, what's inspiring you today? :-)
Likewise Maternitus. I've met some really nice, talented people here on Snapzu and you are one of them. Well, today I am inspired by food. I have the place to myself and I am cooking meatballs, not just any meatballs. The best! I have a party at my house once a year for my staff and their families...and the meatballs are a required request. They take a long time.
Ingredients:
2 lbs. of ground beef 1 lbs. of ground pork Garlic, onions, salt, pepper, fresh basil, oregano, thyme, rosemary. 2 whole eggs Stale bread (preferably a baguette) Olive oil I use Barillo basil premade tomato sauce, but use your favorite.
Now most people just roll some meat into balls and pop it the gravy (real Italians call it gravy, not sauce) Nope, that's not the way to do it. You want them moist, boiling them makes them hard.
Method:
Finley chop up the garlic, onion and basil. Beat the eggs Chop up the bread into sizes about the size of your fingernail.
Put the beef and pork into a big bowl and blend them. Now, here's the thing, don't use your hands to mix, use chopsticks and swirl. If you use your hands it gets the meat compacted, and you want it loose.
Put in the garlic, pepper, basil, oregano, thyme, rosemary. Pour in olive oil, as much as you damn well like. Well anyway a few good swigs. Throw in a half cup of the tomato sauce and again use your chopsticks and swirl to bled all of the ingredients. Put in those beat eggs and swirl again till even, then the bread, again, don't use your hands, use the chopsticks to mix evenly.
!!!!!!!!! This is important.Take a break with a glass of wine, or, umm, coffee for an hour and let the ingredients get acquainted with each other. These Italian things are emotional and noisy, so just ignore them. It's a cultural thing. Time lapse, maybe with Dr. Who.
Now it's ok to use your hands. Pick up the meat and roll your meatballs one at a time and put them on a plate. You can make them any size, but larger is better to keep them moist about 3 inches in diameter. I know your metric, so about 7.5 cm...I grew up avoirdupois...sorry.
Ok, here's the key, you are not going to cook them you are going to brown them. Use olive oil. Heat up the pan and fry them one side at a time, use a big spoon and a spatula to carefully roll them over. Don't crowd them (remember they just met), it will take a few rounds to get them all. Do not cook them through, just brown them.
Now you are going to bake them....WTF...bake meatballs, yep.
Put them on a large baking dish, Cover them in tin foil because they are going into a preheated oven at 190c for about an hour.
Take them out and finito.
There will be wonderful juices in the baking tray. Put that in the gravy you have been making all along...oh wait, we didn't talk about that, well, another time.
So that was a long story about my inspiration for today.