this artist life
Our truest responsibility to the irrationality of the world is to paint or sing or write, for only in such response do we find the truth.
- Madeleine L'Engle
but for now we are young
I’m starting a new journal, as is the tradition when I make some kind of major move/transition. It will be fairly similar to this one, just more earthy, and maybe with more pictures of cats. Except that my cat had to move to a different house (sigh).
You can now follow me there (all you kids who use tumblr will know what I mean)!
Cheers.
(via dancetremulancedance)
Broken Social Scene, Pacific Theme
I’ve taken a break from my cleaning and setting up for a house concert tonight to watch a bit of this storm. The wind is breaking into the chimney behind me and the overcast gray is casting shadows of guitar stands and wood chairs.
There’s a few great things I started noticing when I moved here- shadows, the sound wind makes when it hits tall trees, rich fall colors, and of course beer and coffee, and yerba mate.
And music. I’ve come across a lot of great music here.
Have I mentioned that I’m moving out tomorrow? Well, I’m moving into a community project in downtown Abbotsford. I’m starting a new blog not too long after I’m all moved in, which will explain in fascinating detail all that will occur in said project.
It is about time to clean my kitchen and start cooking, open some wine and put on some music. I’ve been sitting on this couch losing track of time. Stories about the new house are soon to come, so stay tuned!
Cheers.
Broken Bells, The High Road
Gene Kelly probably never thought the song would ever be in a lame comic about a dude and a ghost.
Rob Shauf is secretly an illustrator! I seem to be finding all the great artists on campus 6 months into my “Arts and Communications Chair” job.
Better late than never. It’s going to be a great 3 weeks.
AA Bondy, When The Devil’s Loose (Daytrotter Session).
I could write a few things about cats.
the long hard road
I think my favorite thing about being at college, and realizing it’s just about time to move on, is that it doesn’t really end. Most of the friendships I’ve made here will probably continue for a long time, being a continuation instead of a solid conclusion.
It makes this whole “journey towards home” idea less of a difficult thing to bear, and more a difficult thing meant to be enjoyed. We’re allowed to enjoy the journey itself instead of waiting for the arrival to find all the joy we’ve been looking for.
Spring Break, part deux
Well now, I never really finished my accounts on spring break. It’s over now and I’m back in school, slowing starting work on two concerts, one art show, a student-painting project, and the 3 or 4 papers that comprise my last month of school before the next few chapters.
Speaking of the next few chapters, this past week I found out a room was available at the community project in downtown Abbotsford I’ve had my eyes on. I’m moving in first week of April if all goes according to plan, which is a bit scary, having lived in the same place for 4 years. Making the transition to a new home is going to be something else.
10:31. Class in a half hour. It’s kind of nice to get back to the routine.
Cheers.
