the arts are not a way to make a living. they are a very human way of making life more bearable. practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. sing in the shower. dance to the radio. tell stories. write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. do it as well as you possible can. you will get an enormous reward. you will have created something. -kurt vonnegut-
it’s strange how much more beautiful beautiful things become when you’ve been through real pain and suffering. everything is a little brighter, a little more alive. and i wonder how that’s possible.. that the closer we see death and brokenness, the more clearly we see triumph and beauty. i am ok with not understanding this completely, or even at all. because when that beauty hits you, nothing else seems to matter anyway.
hi! thank you so much! i actually started singing when i was little with my mom and sister. we used to sing at church events and stuff like that haha ^_^ they really have been the ones who have stood out to me as to where my love of singing and music began. i think it was something i just always loved doing and came back to later in life.
i would absolutely do a full LP with chrome sparks! he’s very busy blowing up right now though, so maybe later. ^_^ so proud of him
having spent the better part of the last month laid up in hospital beds, i’ve had a lot of time to reflect on and just sit in all the madness that is life at times. at times, existing in that space has been hard and all i could manage to do was sit and cry and just feel it all. other times all i could do was laugh at how ridiculous everything was and just let go and be ok with not having control over any of it. the latter has changed me. it has made me more patient. it has made me more strong. more brave. it has made me appreciate things in different ways or for the first time completely. it has made me identify more closely to others in pain. but one thing that has always seemed to really move me and show itself in times of hardship or pain is beauty. the beauty of love. the beauty of friendship and family. the beauty of my mom helping me change my bandages every day and my dad saying he loves me. the beauty of a sunset, or the sky, or the sound of the wind moving thru the trees. the beauty in a song or the words in a good story. everything seems just a little more alive. and i always love how that happens.. how the darker the darkness, the brighter the bright things become. life is not always what it seems. it sounds so cliche, but i’m ok with that.
that said, i came across this show of an artist (RY X) i have loved for a few months, and watching this NOW is almost too much beauty for me to handle. if you have 45 min to be destroyed and then put back together by something beautiful then watch this. if anything, the first 5 min will slay you.