Hello Internet orb, wishing all who stumble upon my words and simple blog, a creative and harmonious year. Once more I have constructed more music and artwork. Traveled a bit and learned a lot about people, myself, DNA tests, Scandinavian ancestry, rare harmonicas, NGC 2244, chocolate, coffee, departure, family and the idea of love within nature.
Returning to the deep questions and the slant answers between the fabric of current reality: The turning axis of the light machine, which often has a cylinder at its heart. Perhaps the universe is indeed a magical cylinder.
The process of creativity at the moment: a spindle consisting of linear components and new melodies connected to memories. My environment holding colorful sketches dripping with old paint while I super-glue ancient photos towards discrete elements that can be assembled and disperse mostly by visual interpretations and melodic sound-waves.
Imagine: A Luminous spindle, a unit of measurement used by faery folk, robotic shoguns, steampunk welkin vessels and intergalactic nebula tailors.
“Massive Molecular Moments,” was created on the go. Influenced by nature, quantum physics and the emotions I felt finding all the broken plastic through my nature hikes or the broken bottles found on the beach. It makes you wonder about the future of our ecosystem and trying to find ways to support natural wildlife, manatees, and marine life. Most of the synthetic plastic that has ever existed was made in the last 13 years. We are all affected by the status of the natural environment. We only have one earth and it seems politics, profits and bad management always gets in the way of protecting her. Like always, I make music because it is quite fun, this time my guitar and a violin played a major part, along with summoning electronic synth like distortion from an old cyborg Digitech pedal and a Space Station XP300 Modulation Pedal! Check it out on iTunes
~Every journey is a transformation, embrace all the good from the transformation.
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Haiku for Wednesday
Past the stars
palms, rain screams in grace
with no streets to fold.