*appears around the corner in a rolling chair and grabs at random furniture to propel myself forward until I’ve reached my desk*
*shuffles papers professionally*
Yesterday, in the car, I saw this huge brown dog in the bare corner of a sun-drenched yard, tied to the ground with a massively heavy chain. He was holding his empty food bowl in his mouth and running in small, hopeful circles, his tail waving uncertainly as a man pulled into the driveway and climbed tiredly out of his truck. A smaller dog ran from the front porch, unchained, as the man headed for the front door. We turned a corner, and the scene was left imprinted behind my eyes, like a single, slightly blurry frame from a very strange movie.
It felt like the whole rural south feels sometimes—tired and repetitive and washed in this strange whispered feeling of something isn’t right.
That’s how it seems every now and then, but then I see this, and I don’t want to be anywhere else in the universe. That’s when I remember that it isn’t the south at all, it’s… the world. It’s pretty easy to see everything that’s wrong with what’s right in front of your eyes, but the reality is that every corner of the world carries its own share of darkness.
Plus, y’know, it’s not just anywhere than you find a rainbow over Walmart, so that’s got to count for something.
there’s a darkness upon me that’s flooded in light / in the fine print they tell me what’s wrong and what’s right / and it comes in black, and it comes in white / and I’m frightened by those that don’t see it – Head Full of Doubt/Road Full of Promise | The Avett Brothers
Wanna see some of that light? :)
Behold: a ten-year-old’s 7 AM window artwork. My little sister got up early yesterday and decorated the kitchen with paper hearts and handmade signs, and it was so sweet. The way she spelled “valentines” is my favorite. Later in the day, she realized her mistake and fixed it, which somehow made me a little sad. There’s something so wonderfully innocent about kids’ confident misspelling of words, and I hope she doesn’t outgrow it just yet.
I found two film cameras at the thrift store! That was a happy moment. The little rectangular one is so tiny—smaller than my hand—and it’s somewhere between 50-60 years old. The bigger one is around 40 years old. I wonder who carried these cameras around before I came across them? Whose lives were documented through those lenses?
I’m currently terrible at film photography, but I have the internet and a little ambition, so I think I can figure it out. Do any of you use film cameras? If so, can you tell me anything about the Mintola brand, and where I could maybe get film developed without going completely broke? *hopeful look*
I also bought this t-shirt, for no reason other than…. a dog in sunglasses. I mean, how could you not love that? Also, that shade of blue reminds me of summer.
This was in the beginning of a book I found at the library yesterday, one I’d been looking for everywhere—The Fountains of Silence by Ruta Sepetys. It’s amazing so far. Any other Ruta Sepetys fans out there?
This was at the library too, and it made me think about all of the creative people in the blogosphere. I hope you’ll all keep creating and learning and becoming wonderful artists!
I created this collage in a moment of spontaneous inspiration, and now I really want to try making more. I have a grocery bag full of old magazines waiting for another random moment of boredom. There’s something really cool about fitting together all the different, seemingly ordinary pieces to create something interesting and new… maybe this post is a little bit like a collage. A collage of light. :)
I’ve also been drawing things, or trying to, anyways! These are all mostly-copied from things I found on Pinterest, but that’s okay. I’m still learning. :)
This is some beautifully high-quality artwork, is it not? My best friend is an axe murderer, and if you don’t hear from me after she sees this… you know what happened.
(Dearest Laura, please don’t disown me, and be glad I didn’t choose the picture of you sleeping in the car instead. :))
Isn’t Laura just the living embodiment of elegance and grace? Also, wow, the interview with her that I wrote last week seemed to be quite well-accepted! It made us both extremely happy that y’all enjoyed our weirdness. We’re gonna do it again sometime. :)
The colorful sunsets lately have been rather few and far-between, which only makes them all the more special when they do come. *gazes happily at the photos*
I’ll leave you with a playlist of recent favorite music. I could easily list dozens of songs, but I’ll keep it short. :)
Blue Eyed Girl | The Arcadian Wild
Always Gold | Radical Face
1953 | The National Parks
Leave the City | twenty one pilots
The Garden | Jackson Griffith
Dear Wormwood | The Oh Hellos
Running For So Long (House A Home) | parker ainsworth
Stay Alive | José Gonzales
Home Again | Michael Kiwanuka
The Gambler | Fun.
Five Minutes | The Altogether
Where have you found light recently? What are you currently reading? Last song you listened to? Do you consider yourself to be an artist?
*waves, nearly falls out of my chair, and rolls quickly away without looking back*