"It’s clear to me now: The small moments, together, over time, are what really power the engine of life." - This resonates with me-- many of my art pieces reflect this statement. It also makes me think of a giant repurposed ledger a friend gave me last year. The ledger is filled with old greeting cards - birthday, anniversary, Easter, Christmas, christening, mother's day, etc. I flip through the pages and it represents all those moments that came together to represent life.
I also like the statement that followed:
"But how do you tell that to a kid living an urgent teenage life and convinced that everything is either the highest peak or the lowest, most painful valley?" - I know this as an adult but sometimes I forget. ;-)
Thanks, Denise. It's really easy to forget what it was like at that age. I think it benefits us to channel it sometimes so as not to get too far away from those years. I'd love to see what you do with the ledger if it makes it into your art (or perhaps it already has).
Ted, It never occurred to me to consider using an entire ledger page with the greeting cards! So far, I've carefully removed a couple cards from the ledger and used them in art pieces. Thanks for the new perspective that was right under my nose. This actually resolves some challenges with using the ephemera. Thank you!
I have an art piece I'd like to show you (it's not published in my blog or any of my social media yet. How can I send you a photo?
This right here: "And the music. The crappy, glorious, indispensable, disposable music of the mid-1980s. It plays forever in my head, even as far better material supplants it" ... those are the sentences for a generation, Ted, and 1000 percent true.
This was a great read, Ted, and sadly, very timely for me. My closest friend (and next-door neighbor) from childhood died suddenly a few weeks ago. We live about 7 hours apart, and I dreaded getting too deep into my thoughts on the long drive to his memorial service. So, I dialed up the soundtrack of our lives from when we met at 12 and endured junior high and high school and beyond together. Same era as you, so I smiled as I read your listing … I don’t know whether those lyrics lied to us or not, but they’re ours. Even now.
This was a great read. Thank you for sharing.
Two favorite statements:
"It’s clear to me now: The small moments, together, over time, are what really power the engine of life." - This resonates with me-- many of my art pieces reflect this statement. It also makes me think of a giant repurposed ledger a friend gave me last year. The ledger is filled with old greeting cards - birthday, anniversary, Easter, Christmas, christening, mother's day, etc. I flip through the pages and it represents all those moments that came together to represent life.
I also like the statement that followed:
"But how do you tell that to a kid living an urgent teenage life and convinced that everything is either the highest peak or the lowest, most painful valley?" - I know this as an adult but sometimes I forget. ;-)
Thanks, Denise. It's really easy to forget what it was like at that age. I think it benefits us to channel it sometimes so as not to get too far away from those years. I'd love to see what you do with the ledger if it makes it into your art (or perhaps it already has).
Ted, It never occurred to me to consider using an entire ledger page with the greeting cards! So far, I've carefully removed a couple cards from the ledger and used them in art pieces. Thanks for the new perspective that was right under my nose. This actually resolves some challenges with using the ephemera. Thank you!
I have an art piece I'd like to show you (it's not published in my blog or any of my social media yet. How can I send you a photo?
Denise
anthonyted@gmail.com -- thanks!
This right here: "And the music. The crappy, glorious, indispensable, disposable music of the mid-1980s. It plays forever in my head, even as far better material supplants it" ... those are the sentences for a generation, Ted, and 1000 percent true.
Thank you <3
This was a great read, Ted, and sadly, very timely for me. My closest friend (and next-door neighbor) from childhood died suddenly a few weeks ago. We live about 7 hours apart, and I dreaded getting too deep into my thoughts on the long drive to his memorial service. So, I dialed up the soundtrack of our lives from when we met at 12 and endured junior high and high school and beyond together. Same era as you, so I smiled as I read your listing … I don’t know whether those lyrics lied to us or not, but they’re ours. Even now.
In some very real ways, we are what we heard on the radio. Thank you for commenting and I’m sorry for your loss.