Tick tick tick tick BOOM!
Last night I got home from work and popped my stereo on random and listened closely as I was bombarded with idden messages. Now, mind you, my brain was creating the messages around the music, not the other way around, but it seemed as if my soul was trying to tell me something.
First up was Damien Rice singing 'Delicate', then came Ray Charles with 'Drowning in my Own Tears' and then BACK to Damien Rice (which hardly EVER happens)and 'Volcano' and then simon and Garfunkel's 'America'.
It was the last song that did me in...There was a rumble deep inside me as if there was a bomb about to go off or a great earthquake about to begin. I don't have a womb, as I am male, but I would equate it to my water breaking. I was about to give birth.
So I got out my paints and got to work. I've been neglecting one of my passions for almost ten years. The piece I'm working on now isn't the greatest, but it's a start. It's like the first time you have sex after a good while...Your groove is off. it takes a few times to get it right again but, christ, when you do...Good lord. I'm bound and determined to get this right. For some ungodly reason I want to walk into the Beehive and see MY stuff there on the walls.
I had the greatest feeling of euphoria this morning as I tried to scrub the oil paint/gesso/matte medium sludge from under my fingernails.
Tick tick tick tick BOOM!
First up was Damien Rice singing 'Delicate', then came Ray Charles with 'Drowning in my Own Tears' and then BACK to Damien Rice (which hardly EVER happens)and 'Volcano' and then simon and Garfunkel's 'America'.
It was the last song that did me in...There was a rumble deep inside me as if there was a bomb about to go off or a great earthquake about to begin. I don't have a womb, as I am male, but I would equate it to my water breaking. I was about to give birth.
So I got out my paints and got to work. I've been neglecting one of my passions for almost ten years. The piece I'm working on now isn't the greatest, but it's a start. It's like the first time you have sex after a good while...Your groove is off. it takes a few times to get it right again but, christ, when you do...Good lord. I'm bound and determined to get this right. For some ungodly reason I want to walk into the Beehive and see MY stuff there on the walls.
I had the greatest feeling of euphoria this morning as I tried to scrub the oil paint/gesso/matte medium sludge from under my fingernails.
Tick tick tick tick BOOM!