I know that I dive deep into things, and feel it sometimes just sitting inside my bones.
be it music, the bike, beer, shooting pictures, reading, searching for the new fix.
I like the spark, that sensation, for me it comes with making my own discoveries. I look and listen and get the info from the various places, sometimes friends, by chance.
Like Rockwell Kent. Went back to the phila. museum of art, a while back. With meisha, he wanted to see the Arcadia show, me, why not check out the prints.
I walked into the room. The first one grabbed me, bold, clear, illustrative. Rockwell Kent. and I went print to print, it was a large number of his works. From a placemat he made for a diner he ate in in upstate NY, to the jacket art for Moby Dick.
King Krule, stolen from a twit post.
This is some young kid, ..., I bit on it, not in love. maybe it was on Sirius, got the album. Didn't listen to it much, not a fav. but I saw a link to his stuff up on twitter, checked in again, that did it, good stuff, and I figure with plenty of talent, and cool mindset to put forth plenty of good stuff in the future.
the camera came out last night, as I tried to capture a pic of the spider by the back door, the photo is not what I had in mind, had to use the flash to get enough umph, and liked the abstractness, so just ran with it a bit.
water ice ride, good ride, anne rock photo.
and the first blood of the ride, not much, but finally blood.
Featherman blog cheers, d.