The mind doodles of Golgotha_tramp

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Tortured Artist?

So,

I'm feeling a little stumped on my old blog at present, I suppose you can tell due to the severe lack of updating. Believe me it's not that I don't want to, it's a can't.

I have an issue that when I'm really, really happy I lose what little skill I have. It's happened for years and has lead me to believe that I really should be A "tortured artist." I'm not saying if you stuck thumb screws on me I'd give you tales that took you to the Highs and Lows of emotion, or that if I was dunked into scolding hot water I would produce images of heaven so real you could cry. What I am saying is If I was a little more unhappy I could at least draw and think of something to write.

I know, I know, I'm really ungrateful, yes. I accept that being happy is consolation ten fold for a creative block, but I ask myself....is it really? I mean when I'm old and grey I want to look back and say "this is my work", "this was my passion" and though the pages may turn yellow and the colours fade they will be as vivid in my mind as the day I gave birth to them, these children of my mind, piece after piece of my life, my love, my hate, my sanity, my insanity, all folded away in a portfolio somewhere waiting to be re-hydrated with memory.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

The simple pleasures

I have found in the last week due to my hectic double life that some of the simplest things I do have become more poignant and cherished to me. I wondered if any one else enjoys simple pleasure, if so what are they.

a few of mine are

Reading a book in a coffee shop (spent an hour last night in Cafe Nero with "written on the body", a cafe latte and a pack of Malboros.)

Listening to my favourite CDs while on the bus ( the stipulations being it must be a window seat and a long journey.)

Listening to Radio 2 underwater in the bath.

Waking up before the alarm and watching the day creep into your room.

Staying up all night talking about everything and nothing.

Sitting in your room at 4am when the whole worlds asleep thinking.

Just listening to an album and doing nothing (how many times do you put on music and cook, or clean, or draw? I love just listening to my music alone, on my bed, in my brick womb)

Just a though...