Explaining. This document into another language and then I see this phrase.
Take a sketch pad and I can see this image, this moment where there are artists “escaping” under a moonlit sky.
Escaping from what ? Or from who ?
Are the artists the only ones that can escape ?
We call to the artist to help us to escape, to show us the way, but it is a way that even the artist cannot find.
Black Water, a song by Zarboth might talk of that.
Is the world in ruins ? Or is it our way of looking at the world that is broken ?
In fact the world may be in a better way than it ever was. People are living longer.
Why is it easier to believe that everything is getting worse and worse ?
While drawing I listened to music that could be the soundtrack to the life that we live, if that soundtrack could take in all of life, not just human life but the renewal of life, the cycle of life, the long view, the life that was there before we existed and will be there after we go, after we all go.
The artists escape.
PS: Very busy recently so I missed my weekly blog post. Sorry about that…
Yesterday evening we were all sitting down to dinner in our apartment. My family and I heard a skid and a bang. We live on a busy Parisian road and there are often accidents and mishaps. Most of the time its nothing serious. Often it ends with a bit of a shouting match. Then both injured parties make their seperate ways, snarling at one another over their shoulders.
Not a great day.
I had not been having a great day. I had woken up in a bad mood. I was thinking of all the things I should be doing, as an artist, as an “interesting person”. I had spent the afternoon wandering around trying to get something for one of my children. I did not really have any “me” time. I had woken up late as well and then had to bring one child to one birthday party and another one here and so on and so forth.
I was having one of those days where you compare yourself with everyone and everything around you and you come up short. It is an ugly emotion and you measure it up in bitterness. It made no sense to me. The day before I had hoped to go out and see a friend launch his album but that plan had fallen by the wayside. And here on Saturday I could see my evening disappearing as well.
It put me in a bad mood. I asked myself “why bother living in Paris if you can never go out and enjoy the city?”
This may explain why I was in a bad mood…
Then there was this bang. I looked out the window, a white car and a bicycle in the middle of the road. A cyclist had been hit by a car. The cyclist was standing so it didn’t look too bad. A young man was helping him. The cyclist himself was a young man. The driver was a young man too. In France, when you have an accident they get out a form that they fill out, each giving their version of the accident. The cyclist was not in a good way. They picked up the bicycle which was now in two pieces. I had not seen the accident. All I could see were three men around the cyclist. One of them seemed to be explaining everything to the cyclist. He had a large mobile phone and he was presumably calling the ambulance.
But, is the car OK?
Meanwhile, the driver of the little white car ran back and forth to his car. He got it off the road and parked it, then he looked at the front of the car, checking for damage where he had hit the cyclist. Everything must have been fine for his car : he could still drive it.
Then all the guys left except the original helpful young man who was with him right from the start. This all happened very quickly. I thought at first that the driver had gone to park the car. He had not. He never returned. None of the pushy young men with their phones returned. After they had left, the ambulance arrived.
Now, the cyclist, who had slumped to the ground, was surrounded by three ambulance men. They cut open his trousers. They put a special head brace around his head. I began to get worried for the poor cyclist. I began to wonder where the car had gone. They put the young cyclist onto a stretcher and pumped up a whole package around him. I imagine this was to get him to the hospital without getting too knocked around.
Good people and little problems
The first young man who had helped him right from the start was now filling out a form on the bonnet of a police car that had arrived. I was upset that I had not taken the licence plate of the car that had hit the cyclist. I began to think about my little problems and here was this cyclist on his way to his friends or who knows where, knocked down by these pushy people who had a such a busy important social life that they could not even wait to make sure that the cyclist that they had hit got proper medical care. I could not believe the erosion of the links between these humans.
Thankfully there was the young helpful man who had witnessed the accident and stayed there. As the seriousness of the situation became clear to him with the grave looks of the ambulance men he too became very upset. I have no idea what they said but I could read a lot of the body language from my window.
The first group, pushy, aggressive body language, worried only about themselves and clearly not the poor cyclist who slumped to the ground after they had left.
Going out on Saturday night
All of this to say, do whatever you like, you never know how so much can change in just one short instant. I can still see the young cyclists head, in a brace, surrounded by an inflatable protective cocoon, as they loaded him into the back of the ambulance. I could imagine him thinking of how he was supposed to go out on Saturday night.
The street was empty again. All that was left was a broken bike.
So, I was not in a great mood. I was doubting myself but then I was sent some of the latest recordings of Underpressure, the free rock group. Shortly after I received some recording of 11:11, another group I play in. These cheered me up.
Also Zarboth will be announcing dates (as soon as I finish the flyers!!!).
To Dream You Have To Rest, and last week I was resting on holiday- a short break with my family.
We packed in lots of activity on the short holiday and it was really great fun. In Ireland we say a change is as good as a rest and that is so true.
When you make art it is really easy to get into a rut.
You noticed, of course, that I didn’t do my weekly post… That was because I was taking a digital break as well.
So I’m trying out lots of new things at the moment, new approaches to writing, to drawing and to playing music. More on that very soon…
There are lots of dates with groups and different activities coming up. When I get confirmation on all of that I will announce them soon. Also there will soon be a “virtual album launch”… Watch this space…
The image above is the image of three characters, three dream characters, I did it a good few months ago.
You can find all of these images here at this link.
Not much to say this weekend
I don’t really have much to say, its more work in progress at the moment…