Tuesday, July 19, 2005
the columbia gorge swallows you whole.
it has to cross your mind. coming from the horizon along a stretch of highway- the gorge unfolds gradually. then you're surrounded- pinned down by jagged cliffs cut by unfathomable amounts of water. and the pressure of time itself.
something so large should not whisper. and yet it manages to find time to do just that. walking up it's hills, staring out into it's bluest spaces, we finally realize: we merely walk the most superficial layers of the earth. the ground runs deep. and it's roots are only broken by unspeakable forces. terrible tremors beneath.
there's a place I like to go. about a mile past the leaf. I walk up a trail with steep hills on the left. the view is amazing. soon, you disappear underneath horsetail falls. if you get to the refreshing mossy wall, you've gone too far. but you knew that. it's so nice to stand underneath it's dropping rays of pristine liquid. who can resist? now, as you walk back make your way over the rocks and up the ladder of roots. and there it is.
trees move in waves as the wind cuts through the valley. and time stands still.
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something so large should not whisper. and yet it manages to find time to do just that. walking up it's hills, staring out into it's bluest spaces, we finally realize: we merely walk the most superficial layers of the earth. the ground runs deep. and it's roots are only broken by unspeakable forces. terrible tremors beneath.
there's a place I like to go. about a mile past the leaf. I walk up a trail with steep hills on the left. the view is amazing. soon, you disappear underneath horsetail falls. if you get to the refreshing mossy wall, you've gone too far. but you knew that. it's so nice to stand underneath it's dropping rays of pristine liquid. who can resist? now, as you walk back make your way over the rocks and up the ladder of roots. and there it is.
trees move in waves as the wind cuts through the valley. and time stands still.
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Monday, July 18, 2005
debut
it was a 45 minute moment. very pure. very sweet in this sense: I didn't think. or judge. my senses were all filled with one experience. one moment. and a compound of many feelings.
I toasted our first audience with a shot of southern comfort. they were in good spirits. very sweet. just a little dirty. and full of optimism. or so it seemed. and I thanked them for the moment. and drank it deeply.
there are alot of things for any independent artist to do in order to share their work: preparation, promotion, networking, long drives and long waits, etc. there's so many textures to run your hands accross. those textures are often quite rough on the fingers. some even draw blood. but for 45 minutes like this- three quarters of an hour of purity- it's all worth it. no questions. no debate. that's why we do this.
so here's to all of us artists- just trying to make the world a little more pretty- or set to spark pieces of our lives in need of flame. keep going. keep creating. doubt is natural. but moments of clarity will come. here's a continual reminder: 45 minutes can yield a lifetime of memories.
what I'm saying is: let's do that again...
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(muchlove to kimster for the pics---c '05 kim stiles)
I toasted our first audience with a shot of southern comfort. they were in good spirits. very sweet. just a little dirty. and full of optimism. or so it seemed. and I thanked them for the moment. and drank it deeply.
there are alot of things for any independent artist to do in order to share their work: preparation, promotion, networking, long drives and long waits, etc. there's so many textures to run your hands accross. those textures are often quite rough on the fingers. some even draw blood. but for 45 minutes like this- three quarters of an hour of purity- it's all worth it. no questions. no debate. that's why we do this.
so here's to all of us artists- just trying to make the world a little more pretty- or set to spark pieces of our lives in need of flame. keep going. keep creating. doubt is natural. but moments of clarity will come. here's a continual reminder: 45 minutes can yield a lifetime of memories.
what I'm saying is: let's do that again...
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(muchlove to kimster for the pics---c '05 kim stiles)
