Monday, 25 June 2012


My last post was a bit of a downere, admittedly since getting back from america i've been stuck in a rut. Mainly money issues, jobless, boredom, lack of motivation and inspiration.

I feel as though i'm rising out of it though, and hopefully soon i shall be back to my usual self, with too many ideas rather than none at all.

I had an idea whilst walking last night. I don't know if much potential lies in the idea, but i had an idea, something which has been rare to me recently.
I want to record silence, and then play it back at a higher volume. Not so that it becomes static. I just want to emphasise the noises in silence-because silence doesn't exist and thats the beauty of it.

My favourite time of day is dusk, just before the sun reaches its complete setting point, when the street lights switch on -there's a stillness, if just for a moment as though the world is listening, and you can hear the earth breath. It is likely that certain environments provoke this whilst in others it would be none existant, and you yourself in that moment must be in the state of mind to experience it, it's peaceful.

This is something i can't attempt to portray through art. I fear that i may ruin the moment by trying to capture it. You can only tell the world to listen, you can't force them to practice the art of listening, you can't expect then to listen-just like you can't expect them to understand. And that leads to question, what is the actual point of it all, must there be a point. Does there have to be an answer? sometimes it's nicer not knowing, somethings are better left alone, because the mystery is more thrilling that the assumed satisfaction of knowing. and the thing is...i don't know.
Maybe i'm trying to force something, something which is a lot simpler than i'm making it out to be. Simplicity can often be more complex than we first assume.

I don't know. I don't know what?

1 comment:

  1. I think you've got such a beautiful way with words. I've always been most inspired by dusk, by watching the sun slowly fade away after an intense burning blaze all day long. My writing attempts to share it, but I've always feared that I'd ruin the simple magic of a day in my quest for the proper words. I think that our art is inside of us, that the point is to leave pieces of ourselves onto paper, into a song, out into the universe, you know?

    ps: the song from the video is called 'Chosen One' by Lia Ices.