I've been drawing and painting like mad as of late. It started, randomly, with a book I was reading that talked about how the brain works, how it memorizes things, how sound influences drawing, how images impact writing...basically the interconnectedness of art. It goes into a lot of the bullshit ideas of "good art/bad art". It gets into the idea of practice, just as any dancer, professional pitcher, singer, violinist, etc. would do. It's gotten me to let go and just fucking make shit. And so, I am. It feels good. It's interesting to see how it's impacting other creative spaces in my life. (I'm defining this loosely, here. Creative spaces defined as conversation, flirting, work, humor...among other things.)Anyway. I've been moved to incorporate more of my daily interactions into my art. We'll see how it goes.
Like last night, for example, when a drunk man at the bus stop came up to me speaking in Spanish asking if I was French. I answered him in Spanish asking why he thought I was French. He told me it was because I was tall. Then he pondered my accent and asked me what country I was from. But before I told him, he said, definitively, that I was from Portugal.
There's a four panel comic in that, somewhere.
Keep creating and keep expressing.
It saves us.
It saves each other.
Don't let anyone convince you that makeup or gelled eyebrows is not a form of art.
(And if they try and tell you this, take a glance at the eyebrows of those who say it. Haters gonna hate, and they know that you are brilliant enough in how you hold yourself to be in a museum on that merit, alone.)
Be well; be loved,
k.
(image: Jing Wen shot by Benjamin Lennox/ Makeup by Mathias van Hooff for Vouge China December 2015. via mazzystardust tumblr)
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