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Tag Archives: art
Just a Thought
It was time, I knew, to drive to my sister’s bustling, cheerful house, all tidied and stiff for the day. I would talk to people whose existence I had forgotten years before and they would ask me about my marriage … Continue reading
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Tagged all grown up, art, family, Neil Gaiman, The Ocean At The End of The Lane
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Just a Thought
Vincent Van Gogh was a “tormented genius” the way Jimi Hendrix was a “guitar player.” I remember, reading Stephen King’s On Writing, when he said something about how “your art needs to be a function of your life, not the … Continue reading
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Tagged art, deadly gifts, madness, pain, Patton Oswalt, Silver Screen Fiend, Vincent Van Gogh
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Place to Belong
When I went to Wagner in the theaters and I saw the twins find each other, I was so torn. On one hand – fucking ew. On the other, these two people finally found the other half of themselves that … Continue reading
Posted in Gadding
Tagged art, artist, belonging, clouds, confusion, Die Walkure, driving, incest, loneliness, need, relationships, sadness, Stephen Sondheim, Sundays In The Park With George, Wagner
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Just a Thought
The justice of the coming beating was indisputable, yet I felt a reluctance to cooperate. It would interfere with my reading of my book. Art made its call to me, and Life made its call to me, and I must … Continue reading
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Tagged art, beating, book, cooperate, Don Quixote, Jude in London, Julian Gough, justice, potential, Reading
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Amanda Palmer & The Grand Theft Orchestra – Plus more fantastical performers!
The show was fantastic. Music and show and art and tears and so so so many people. I am not good at being out with the people, but it was so positive and amazing that I swallowed my panic and … Continue reading
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Tagged Amanda Palmer, art, crowd, fantastic, music, The Grand Theft Orchestra, therapy
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Black Swan
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Tagged art, claustrophobia, dance, fear, freedom, love, lust, madness, mirrors, perfection, sex
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Cradle Will Rock
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Tagged art, communism, dancing, drama, fascism, human spirit, Me vs. The Queue, money, power, singing, theater, union
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Ancient Text, Ancient Tomes
Again with the art postcards! The first one came to me and I love tapestries, I really really do, how can you not? I mean someone took just a crap-ton of time to put all of that together. The weaving, … Continue reading
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Tagged art, correspondence, postcards, sendsomething, Yehuda Pen
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Just a Thought
I don’t take art as seriously as politics. —Orson Welles