Music is one of my old time companions when it comes to making, arting and art making. I used to have a playlist for drawing, one for cooking and playing in the kitchen, one for oil painting and one for everything else. But in the past two years i seem to have compiled the whole thing into a single playlist. It no longer feels the same. I don’t feel the same anymore. Things were different. Things are different.
Someone suggested i share this concern with you, Tumblr, and here i am.
"…One continuous text of 45,000 words transcribed from the written conversations that Grigely collected over ten years… Switching color means going over to the next person speaking. The identity of the characters is not known, developing a pure narrative voice coming from we-don’t-know-where. The endless series of notes builds little by little in a polyphonic murmur which resonates in a purely mental field."
I’m so excited about his lecture this Thursday. Also, I have a group critique with him. Mayed you need to make it to the lecture. :)