I thought I'd buy a sketchbook to document my first year out in the world as an artist. I really want to take more photographs this year, proper film ones rather than Instagram frivolities - and write more. What's funny is this year isn't exactly just beginning or anything, either. It's April already, soon May, and as usual time begins to slip between my fingers the more I attempt to clasp at it. I'm trying to hold on to those magical moments where an exchange does brighten my northern sky, where a slight moment of utter perfection leaves me lying on my side, a tear creeping from each eye that I don't try to wipe away. I watched a documentary on time the other night. Apparently everything that is to happen has already happened, or something - my understanding was a little lacking - but really I think with most of the happenings of the universe well out of my control, I've got little to worry about. My paintings already know their destiny, then, they know what they are to look like? This is a compelling thought that has led me right off the subject of pontificating about me and my life, luckily.
1. These Days - Nico
2. If Not For You - George Harrison
3. Northern Sky - Nick Drake
4. Thirteen - Ben Kweller
5. Into My Arms - Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds
6. I'll be here in the Morning - Townes Van Zandt
7. Tell Her to Come Back Home - John Fahey
8. Turn Turn Turn - The Byrds
Oh how I love reading your posts - your writing is just as wonderful as your art! Ughhhh I got a major girl crush on you, everything you do is great! Much love xx
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