I promise, as soon as I get them, I’ll publish pictures.
Tatterhood’s laptop is a bit ill at the mo, but hopefully it’ll get well in the near future.
We invaded Tatterhood’s house once more, where myself, Briseilid and Leithin Cluan were all bards sharing a journey of insight and inspiration. Can the Awen be forced? It appears so…
Music is inspiration for the spirit, and Lady Morgana led us a most enjoyable session of painting to music; it didn’t matter what we painted, as long as we put paint to paper and impressed upon it what we saw in our mind’s eye.
Firstly, there was ‘Yup Escala Adagio for strings.’ A piece that reminded me of the TV comedy ‘Spaced’ when Tim and Daisy had their slow-mo gun fight with a bunch of ‘yoofs’. The Adagio conjured Briseilid’s sunny day with approaching clouds, beautiful yet ominous. And Leithin Cluan’s ominous steps from water, which to my perception, seemed like a glacier that had been worn into that shape. It’s solitary stance against the darkened room begged the question: “Where did it lead?” Indeed, where? Up to the unseen door? Or down into the icy depths?
Tatterhood was enthused to paint her psychedelic outer space piece… “Oh my god, it’s full of stars”… A multi-coloured explosion of swirling light, perhaps these were the solar winds and glittering particles? My piece was interpreted as a Goddess, I thought it was some witch. But then it was really interesting to see what you could ‘see’ in your mind and yet find you’re art reflects it differently once it’s out.
The next piece was called Taskinillusion by Japanese Dance music artist Ayumi Hamazaki. This started slowly like some Channel 5 soft porn score (I supposedly know all about those), then broke into a really fast paced industrial heavy metal guitar piece. In my mind it painted a picture (no pun intended) of a Blade Runner-esque cyber-punk world where cyborg humans would fight against their totalitarian oppressors in darkened alleyways, lit only by the smudged neon lights that were too dirty to offer any real illumination. A world where shadows would flash into colour through either a laser sight or bursts of gun-fire.
Crazy huh? Worlds within worlds, no wonder the storytellers of old would employ music within their tales, it would enable their listeners to see the world of the story within their own mind.
I’d write about the other’s works, but I can’t remember them right now and, sleep beckons me to visit that place where reality and imagination meet.