sooooo.... I am taking intro to drawing this semester. I walk in the room feeling like a jerk. I haven't drawn anything since I was 12. Don't even know what kind of paper I am supposed to get. I open the door. Jazz is playing, a tall lanky man with a gorgeous body is standing naked in the middle of the room, and the teacher says, "don't worry, just scribble!" And I did and I haven't had so much fun since I was 12 either!!!!!! This is going to be a great semester!
Thursday, January 21
Wednesday, January 20
Anniversary
This is what my daughter sent me this morning:
Yes, we lost yesterday.
One of These Mornings from Valery Lyman on Vimeo.
Yes, we lost yesterday.
BUT, we still have a great President to be very proud of. If you didn't see the movie yesterday, please do so now.
Yesterday
is a good reminder about how hard we have to keep working if we are to
maintain our ground. That doesn't mean we can't stop and feel good
about what we DO have.
Happy One Year Anniversary Mr. President
best,
Valery
One of These Mornings from Valery Lyman on Vimeo.
Tuesday, January 5
Humanity
Just came across this amazing photographer working on a project on the "intended and unintended consequences of gun violence in the United States and Guatemala" Powerful, sensitive pictures!
Too Young To Die
The Blue Earth Project
EbonyJet
I have been listening to the news with despair - hearing the pundits and the politicians posturing as the news media whips up the latest frenzy. So much of it is irresponsible and dangerous. My reaction - turn off the television and the radio, absorb myself in the demands of my own life, stick my head in the sand so I can live... but then that is not me, so I am just disheartened.
Because I am on vacation, I have a little time to explore some of the vast amount of stuff that flits across my computer screen, and this morning I found this photographer. I was so moved by his work. These photographs bring to light a reality that is all to easy to close our eyes to. How much more meaning they have than the blather of CNN. They stay with me, bring me to a still, deep place inside myself that must stop to feel the the reality of the world I live in; that must stop to acknowledge the pain and suffering that exists only in my peripheral vision unless I choose to look.
This is news. It informs and expands my world. This is art. It moves me and touches a deeper reality, not through my mind but through my senses. It leaves a lasting impression.
Strangely, this work does not really depress me or bring me down as tragic and horrifying as is its' subject matter. No, quite the opposite. I find it inspiring, uplifting even, beautiful. Why is that? Perhaps it is just the utter humanity it portrays. And the reality that is a relief to have expressed, rather than lurking in the shadows of our awareness.
How can work like this receive a larger place in our consciousness?
Too Young To Die
The Blue Earth Project
EbonyJet
I have been listening to the news with despair - hearing the pundits and the politicians posturing as the news media whips up the latest frenzy. So much of it is irresponsible and dangerous. My reaction - turn off the television and the radio, absorb myself in the demands of my own life, stick my head in the sand so I can live... but then that is not me, so I am just disheartened.
Because I am on vacation, I have a little time to explore some of the vast amount of stuff that flits across my computer screen, and this morning I found this photographer. I was so moved by his work. These photographs bring to light a reality that is all to easy to close our eyes to. How much more meaning they have than the blather of CNN. They stay with me, bring me to a still, deep place inside myself that must stop to feel the the reality of the world I live in; that must stop to acknowledge the pain and suffering that exists only in my peripheral vision unless I choose to look.
This is news. It informs and expands my world. This is art. It moves me and touches a deeper reality, not through my mind but through my senses. It leaves a lasting impression.
Strangely, this work does not really depress me or bring me down as tragic and horrifying as is its' subject matter. No, quite the opposite. I find it inspiring, uplifting even, beautiful. Why is that? Perhaps it is just the utter humanity it portrays. And the reality that is a relief to have expressed, rather than lurking in the shadows of our awareness.
How can work like this receive a larger place in our consciousness?
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