Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Beating a song into shape.

Words bristle and ignite themselves
Backwards and upside-down before a pen can be found -
Claiming a strange reward in shattering bursts
That flame and die all too soon
To recreate such catastrophe.
I have left Life fall cold a plunging necessity somewhere behind me,
As I retrace its electricity...

Like a weed that triumphs charred ruin,
I suppose Nature springs from me then.
Blowing its brilliance through my lungs
Blazing its secrets forth
Changing colors against the frost
While I capture it thus -
Imperfectly -
Letting it cool past my fingertips,
Shaping it numb and trimming it to proper form -
Elementally agreeable
And trained to speak.

Friday, July 15, 2011

Sea Change...

I have to admit, I'm having a great time making jewelry, searching through boxes of my old stuff, resurrecting pieces I wore with costumes... and finding all sorts of new things to create. It's a zen thing for me, I am finding.

"My silence killed my writing skills..."

It's been a strange time. Restoration of my old pieces seems to restore me personally... It touches upon everything I am doing now. Transformation into a solo artist, choosing my own distinct vision, with the help, support and love of those around me...

Though my new album title, "Naiades" was decided upon, I have had a hard time articulating why I have chosen to go back to the waters... but my inner-voice told me to flow with this. Now things are truly making themselves known...

I am undergoing a Sea-Change, it seems...

From Shakespeare's The Tempest:

"Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made,
Those are pearls
that were his eyes,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a Sea-change,
Into something
rich and strange,
Sea-nymphs hourly
ring his knell,
Ding-dong.
Hark! Now I hear them, ding-dong, bell."

Renewal, Redefinition, Metamorphosis.

Lyrics are beginning to flow as I just work with my hands, especially when parts of completely different eras and ages suddenly click and just work together. My mind is allowed to float freely as my hands work. I am drawn to Dragonflies, Skulls, natural elements of change.

There was a woman that once wrote, "how do I know what I have to say until I see what I write?" So funny to see what is coming out of me and only just now catching myself in the mirror!