Kismet Arts Tangent

I’m having a stellar time finding new and old things I enjoy. This year has been a wonderful ride and I am looking forward to next year’s exciting moments. This might have been the first year where my creating has outpaced my ability to blog every awesome moment, so here’s a snapshot of my year.

December

I aspired to be a post-modern Dr. Seuss drawing maker and comedic improviser.

November

I went in two directions. An organic growth and a repeating pattern.

October

I rediscovered my love of comic moments and short hair.

September

I became a kaleidescope inspired video-collage artist. I held one person art+rock parties with myself. It’s the most fun I have by myself.

August

A friend of mine received a beautiful shell painting that I enjoyed making. I went to see Arcade Fire at the Gorge Amphitheater. A magical month.

June

I quit my job. I made a little saying to cheer me up. I used facepaint to express myself. Looking back on it, I feel like I didn’t have to try to be a sweetheart shamaness. That’s just what came out.

May

I made a calla lily acrylic painting for my mom for mother’s day. I also joined a local makerspace. Fun place. Interesting people.

April

Made a comic style scratchboard and memo holder as a fun birthday present for one of my closest friends. So sweet. I died my hair purple, my favorite color. It was awesome.

March

On a whim, I picked up some scratchboards and felt the satisfying push of a wooden stylus over a canvas, revealing the hidden glory. I also went on a cabin trip into the woods to appreciate nature.

February

I enjoyed talking to people about black holes and moleskin notebooks. I made hand-drawn modern greeting cards.

January

I was a multimedia designer at Ada’s Technical books with some fun little comic stories about a penguin that traveled by balloon.

I realized something amazing was happening to me. I found the reestablishment of order. Sometimes, in my head, I fly off and become a fantastic cyber shamaness and dream of glorious wonderworlds with wiggly trees and happy boulders. I realize that it’s important to document works never made. Ideas I  had then fleeted. I find myself wanting to write in stream of conciousness for a while and see what I create. I know I should have been doing this all my life, like a long Synechdoche New York. You know, where I can dream up a whole world for you to imagine. Should I begin? When does that idea become a solid? A liquid? I am in a dreamy space world where the harmonics drift up and down like a pulse… stirr it… liquid dreaming.

Okay. Why can’t we all be writers and share what’s happening? Do we not trust each other? Do we not bond with language? Broadcasted whale songs asking for help. For finding a dream that they thought they’d lost? I am a profound supporter of the creativity it takes to dream these things and the time spent there to create these works have an important undertaking.

I’ve given myself permission to write “stream of conciousness” or close to it in a series of blog posts called “My Now Life.”