My Own Ascent

I took this picture at a Feist concert about a year and a half ago. She prefaced the song "I Feel It All," by yelling to the crowd "Do you feel it??! I said...do you feel it!?"

I wrote the following today:

This isn't a race. You can't take the time to capture moments if you're always in motion. The city we live in should not only serve as one in a series of pitstops. If the picture is always moving, the artifact is trivialized. This is not to be confused with petrifaction, or waiting. It is more arriving and looking at life as your teacher. If your goal is to run through a museum and not understand the art that invites your eyes, then you are waiting for a beautiful awareness that will never arrive. That's not even in the sense of historical facts...but what does it mean to you? What is your context?

Almost to its own demise, everything can be elevated to a higher level of significance. Create your context, the environment, and employ the soundtrack, the threads, the undercurring themes, upon the environment. It's yours. Things come together, things make sense, even in distance. I don't know how I got to the Victoria and Albert museum, or this leather couch that gave way to these words, but this happened amongst tapestral rugs, spoons that invite comparisons to oragami, and neon shimmers coming from the fashion exibit accross the hall.

Special thanks to "Seven Swans," by Sufjan Stevens, "All the Young Dudes," by Mott the Hoople, "A Movie Script Ending," by Death Cab for Cutie, and as always, the ever more meaningful artist, Ryan Adams, and his song "When the Stars Go Blue." These all helped me feel something, and gave me space to think. Also, thanks to "Ibi Dreams of Pavement (A Better Half)," by Broken Social Scene for ripping me out of the mindset that followed me throughout my digging.

It may seem that I'm waiting, but I'm merely using time as wind in my ascent.

I'm not sure if this is good enough material for my column, but it has a place here.