Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Ten Curiosities
1. Is it possible to feel so passionately about somewhere when art is being contemplated there?
2. When will I feel like I’m making progress in my artistry?
3. Will I be constantly evolving artistically?
4. How do I know when I have made art that isn’t cliché or overdone?
5. When will I be able to look at everything with a new, more creative perspective?
6. Will my art directly reflect who I am as an individual?
7. What philosophy will I fall into during my Trek03?
8. Does music really heighten an artistic experience like our Treks?
9. When do I feel like I’ve accomplished something artistically?
10. When will my art start to stimulate me into making me see things differently?
2. When will I feel like I’m making progress in my artistry?
3. Will I be constantly evolving artistically?
4. How do I know when I have made art that isn’t cliché or overdone?
5. When will I be able to look at everything with a new, more creative perspective?
6. Will my art directly reflect who I am as an individual?
7. What philosophy will I fall into during my Trek03?
8. Does music really heighten an artistic experience like our Treks?
9. When do I feel like I’ve accomplished something artistically?
10. When will my art start to stimulate me into making me see things differently?
Sept. 21st, 2006 - Shorewood Nature Preserve
On my Trek01 my starting point was Shorewood Nature Preserve. With mics in hand, I hiked down a large hill and stopped at a clearing where I sat and listened. The sound was phenomenal, I felt like I could’ve been transported into the jungle. Every sound made sense to me: trees blowing in the wind, leaves rustling, birds chirping louder than I’d ever noticed them to, waves crashing on the shore a ways down the path. I even started smelling damp, humid smells, the kind you’d smell in the rainforest. Every tree I touched felt alive, like it was pulsating. Moss was spreading over everything and it all looked surreal. There was something I couldn’t place, something that I hadn’t felt for a long time. It was the joy I felt when I was somewhere that I felt like I belonged, recording and making art. It was such a beautiful experience. I can’t help but wonder if places like this are common to artists when they are doing something they love. Will I feel this way about somewhere on my next Trek?










