The past few years have been an interesting time with a lot of changes. I have struggled with the idea of continuing this blog. I have concluded that this platform no longer works in supporting the topics I want to discuss. I'm very grateful for this writing experience as new adventures await. I hope you'll join me as I explore another side of my creativity! If you are interested please check out my new blog below and thank you for supporting this page!
Diary of an Only Child
We all have stories...
The painful stories are the ones that lay heaviest on our souls...
My thought is that personal evolution helps to address the emotional weight imposed upon us...
I struggled with if I should write this post because I desire this blog to be mostly positive. But often the truest art is produced by significant pain. So I write this piece in expression of appreciation of a young artist who is not afraid to show his scars.
When I’m inspired to marry pen to paper or fingers to keys, I know that a song or a piece of music is a gift which unlocks the artist within. My introduction to NF was while listening to one of my favorite singer-songwriters James Arthur on my Pandora station. A song came on that conveyed such a tangible, honest melancholy. A raw voice filled with tears and anguish. His voice sounded oddly familiar but the emotion behind the music was dissimilar.
Left with curiosity my first question,...“Was this real?” As the end of the song neared I felt this raw emotion burn in my chest. The curtain had risen and all I was left with was, “who is NF?”
In my attempt to reach out silence echoed with perseverance. So the question will remain. But what I know is I can go hours listening to the same songs over and again. So NF has made a mark on this artist soul.
Courtesy of Capital Records
My absence has been evolving but not intentionally. Sometimes in life our path gets diverted or we lose sight of the road ahead. In the process of creative evolution, I am trying to find my way. Nature guides me to be reborn and I am cocooned in a bubble of revitalization. My silence is just the calm before the storm.
The sky painted perfectly with hues of light and dark grey. Just below the multitudes of trees begin to burst with new life. The water moves. Insignificant ripples move along the surface reflecting the green of the trees. This is my view as I sit in the corner of my little cabin reflecting on the sounds of The Singer and The Songwriter.
His strings tickle the calm which dances around in my soul. The Songwriter. Her voice gently accompanies me on an emotional journey. The Singer. And together the sound I hear compels me to write these words.
These songs of retro blues, jazz, and folk take me on an introspective journey. My mind wonders to various themes of imagination. We’ll Get By is a road trip laden with undiscovered friendships and new beginnings. Homebody I’m curled up next to a warm fire with fuzzy socks, sipping chocolate tea. My Favorite Person takes me to some smoky piano lounge, dimmed in blue light and purple haze.
Rachel Garcia and Thu Tran really bring their internal essence to this music. I would encourage you to head over to iTunes so your journey can begin with The Singer and The Songwriter.
Here's a small project I recently worked on for a friend. I'm always amazed at how text on a graphic can really change the look and feel of something, in this case a postcard. For this medium I really like the horizontal text. I think it presents the information in an interesting way.
Being born of Dionysus, I feel especially lucky to have developed a palate for the “Milk of Venus”, and recently I had the opportunity to visit the ever flowing vines of the Yakima Valley. What an amazing sight to witness the hibernating vines against the white of winter. With over 100 wineries Yakima is perhaps one of the oldest wine growing region in the state of Washington.
As the last of the dried, crippled leaves fall from the trees I contemplate my unsettled heart. I have been hiding in the softness of my bubble, a place where the uncertainty of great lands have no reach. In this moment there are many things I could reach for to find comfort in this turbulence. Art seems to always open a window to inspiration. So I will listen to his voice. The foundation of their music began in the every evolving climate of Iceland. The grit, the soul of this band plays heavy on my mood. Somber and hope. So I will let the sound inspire me through this death of greatness and into the state of retrograde.
"Design is conceived when an inherent need to be creative manifests itself into physical or visual form."