The Creative Umbrella
So I have been trying lately to tap back into my creative side. I am a scatty thing so there are lots of things I want to do. On the recent bank holiday weekend me & Dave got the paints, and canvas out and went about creating some pollock style paintings to dress the empty/artless walls in our house. Dave did a brown and red background, then gave up and went to be ill elsewhere. I on the other hand painted my canvas a bright blue and then began to splatter an array of colour everywhere. I thought it looked crap so I decided to rub over some of it which left a pretty mushed up streak. So I did this all over and the end result is brilliant, I think I’m going to hang it in the hall with the other pieces of art we’ve bought.
I’ve also dusted the sewing machine off and am currently re-constructing a floral dress I found in a charity shop. It still needs a lot of work, but hopefully I can sell it on fashionspace when I’m done and make some pennies. I think that poetry, or at least visual poetry is the way forward for me. Visual poetry is where you visualise your poem. This could be in a man made collage, or photography, video or if your really smart a mixture of all. My brain is pushing so many words and images around at the moment, its very hard to keep up.
I’m getting back into following music artists again, planning gigs and buying or downloading albums. I’ve recently heard some of Serj Tankian’s solo music. My, oh my, the poetic genuis that is political messages not forced or contrived but shared melt off his tongue and onto the most beautiful minor notes. Also loving Jimmy Eat World’s new album. Once again they have got friendly, come indoors for a piece of cherry pie emo rock down to a tee.
Listening to motivating music makes me want to get my keyboard out and give it a good thrashing. Maybe I could start piano lessons when I’ve sorted some pennies aside for creative interests.
Hopefully sometime when the rain moves on, me and David are going to do a car boot, and get rid of a lot of unwanted things. The house is very cluttered at the moment, and whislt it isn’t the tidyest house in the world, it’s still home. And I like the slight disfunction that comes with me and Dave deciding things belong in a different place. Speaking of which, I’m going to do some sorting before Sweeney Todd is on at 9pm. Something to absorb, which is always a joy.
Anyone who does not like a distraction from life, is lying.