Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Monday, July 27, 2009
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Blackbird singin' in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life,
You were only waiting for this moment to arrive.
from the Song by Paul McCartney
Paul McCartney wrote this about the civil rights struggle for blacks after reading about race riots in the US. He penned it in his kitchen in Scotland not long after Little Rock, when the federal courts forced the racial desegregation of the Arkansas capital's school system. McCartney told Mojo magazine October 2008: "We were totally immersed in the whole saga which was unfolding. So I got the idea of using a blackbird as a symbol for a black person. It wasn't necessarily a black 'bird', but it works that way, as much as then you called girls 'birds'; the Everlys had had Bird Dog, so the word 'bird' was around. 'Take these broken wings' was very much in my mind, but it wasn't exactly an ornithological ditty; it was purposely symbolic."
Only 3 things were recorded: Paul's voice, his acoustic guitar, and a tapping. According to the video The Complete Beatles, the tap was not a foot or metronome - the Master was intentionally scratched. If you listen closely you will notice that is sounds like a scratch on a record. Birds were dubbed in later.
The illustration is a collaged, bleach-stamped,
No tears -
And no more words to say .
That precious moment passed away.
And as I walk this desert place
I will remember other songs
And, in the silence of my heart,
Sing one for you.
by Nancy Torsen
This atc was submitted to the Theme Thursday challenge.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Digital art for the 3 Muses challenge, by ntorsen.
I love circus art - and clowns. So you may see more clowns around here than some people are comfortable with.
I'd like to get my hands on the guy that invented 'evil clowns'. As a semi-professional clown, I know that part of our training is focused heavily on being non-threatening. For example: A real clown never throws candy or toys in a parade. He or she walks to the sidelines and presents them to a child. Anything to avoid hurting anyone or presenting a frightening image. It's fine to grab the arm of an adult and do a "swing your partner" dance, but you don't do that to a child. It might scare them.
So, here's to the happy, loving, laugh-provoking clown. Long may he wave!!
I sincerely hope I did surreal without scary.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Receive the homeward soul
Monday, July 6, 2009
Looking over your shoulder,
Dreading - or hoping for -
Legs carry you along a familiar path
To take you out of
You recognize the road home...
You're nearly there, but fear
Turns your feet heavy.
Look ahead... up the road...
Blinded by tears,
Calling your name ...
Arms stretched wide,
Eyes on fire...
"Father, I'm home."
The Prodigal Son
by L.L. Swindle