Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Crusade - Krystyn Pixton




CRUSADE 

Cradle's softest Yearning 
For a home as Bright as your Heart's Burning 
Waking to the 

Soul that's Chained to the breaking free of 
Showing where our path leads 
Splitting of the lightning leaves me 
Wishing for the strength to hold these Storms; 
I am Stone. I am Iron. I have forged my soul, 
We are Rising from the Ashes though. 

*Everything is Dawning for this Crusade 
The Fabric of the Lies Dissolves in the Flame 
Everything is crushed beneath Masquerades 
The Storms that wreck you heart are Heavens Range 

I watch as Moon does Shudder 
Through Urgently Breath taking Radiant Shadows 
It's full Glow 

I dance to the Dream of Forging 
Open Womb striped with city stars 
Her gripping heart, Painted Scars, Quaking Force, Shaken Shores 
Love is All, Love is All, so release the hunger and Thrall 
Thunderous Storm is rising home again. 

Arching Heavens Billow 
Leaving us to Hold these Scattered Rainbows 
Waking to the 

Toll that's sieved in the Shifting Shoals 
Whose flowing makes the paths whole 
Cooling of the Lightning leaves me 
Riven to the Grace that sires these Norns. 
I am River I am Fire, I've earned my soul, 
We are merging with the Halcyon Glow. 

Everything is dawning for this Night's Raid 
The Vortices of Truth Rain down on the Glade 
The Garlands of the Day become Night's embrocade 
Aurora's bounty made as Fates are Paid



From http://kyrstynsong.com/track/crusade-4

Wednesday, April 6, 2016

On creating art that is necessary

I've been working on a novel called Manila 2060, in its present incarnation, since 2012. Four years isn't that bad a number when it comes to working on a novel. However, adding the years even before, circa 2006 or thereabouts, when I first came up with the idea, it does feel that I've been working on this forever.

I've been reading a lot about creativity and writing and making art, notably books by Julia Cameron, Claire Cook, and recently, Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert. And of course there's the binge-watching of TED Talks.

One message rings loud and clear: there is art that you make because you must.

Now if only I can quiet the voice in my head that complains that I'm too old, I'm taking too much time, I'm never going to finish it, and nobody's ever going to read it anyway.

Even if I am too old and there are tons of books out there, so what? None of them is my book. Part of me would be so relieved to find my book out there, already written for me, but, no, sadly, I have to be the one to do it. (And, yes, there is personal pride there that knows I'm the only one who can write the book in my head.)

So what if no one reads it? I'm writing it for me. It is helping me heal and process what the past four years have meant for me. And nobody will be able to appreciate that book more than I can. (And love it to bits when it's sitting in front of me, ready to be read again and again.)

So, dear me, please be a little more patient. I know it's taking forever. But I'm getting there.

Meantime, enjoy the process. And do what you can. You're getting there. You just have to believe that it's waiting for you at the finish line.

Meantime, keep your nose to the grindstone and good luck.

Monday, March 7, 2016

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Altered manila file folders and an art journal page


Altered manila file folders.*

Played around with white manila folders, acrylic paint, watercolors, a black marker, Liquid Paper, and stencils. The lettering for the word "wish" and the word "imagine" in the art journal page below I traced from cardboard letters and a metal sign. The metal sign, I got from Papemelroti.


Art journal page - Imagine*

If you had the space to dream, what would be your dreams? I think I've forgotten mine. Or, at least, I am in search of new ones. I still dream about Manila 2060 and maybe my little bookstore cafe and house by the beach. But, honestly, I think, it seriously hurts when I realize that dreams are just dreams. And sometimes it seems impossible for them to come true. That's why you gotta hold on to the ones that are worth holding onto, the ones that are really important, I know that now. If you give up on everything, you lose hope and faith and meaning in life. It's enough to kill you. So keep on dreaming and holding on, Nina. God wants you to be happy. And, sometimes, with His blessing, you have to work for that happiness.

Don't be afraid.
Hold my hand.
Everything's going to be OKAY.
Just TRUST and BELIEVE.
KEEP ON DREAMING.
IT IS SO IMPORTANT TO HOLD ON.
Just keep praying. And believing.
AR said something the other day that I need to remember.
Sometimes all the little steps are enough.
He said just take it a step at a time.

*Click on the photos to enlarge.