Just past a fence circling my highschool fields (in Greece) Gypsies would camp every year. I’d stay close to that fence because I couldn’t help myself and they stared back, side-eyed and straight faced. They would filter into the small suburb we were staying near the school. Some who recognized me looked me in the eye when I put change into the cups in front of them.
Few artists make a living from their art during their lifetimes. Gallery owners prefer them dead anyway.
Another masterwork. The drone and baseline made this feel almost surreal and the scratches had me imaging a silent movie soundtrack filled with suspense and tension. Your words about artists having regular jobs reminded me of a the greet book, “Real Artists Have Day Jobs” by Sara Benincasa
Mmmm - so many good textures here. You have an excellent ear for the sounds you choose. And I always need a reminder that "success" can mean a lot of different things — not sure if this makes sense, but art is a way of living, not necessarily a way to make a living.
Like a lot of your pieces, I imagine them as a loop, where the last note would transition back to the first and one could play it endlessly until eventually going mad or wanting to bake brownies.
And those working artists may have been tax collectors, nannies, and proctologists, but were any archivists? I think you win.
You know I could imagine this work so well for The Pawn! Brooding, eerie, step by step going down into that basement...
edit: Re Vivian Maier. I don't think she would ever have shown any of her pictures to anyone, not sure she'd approve, but c'est la vie! I am behind with the rest of the tunes. I shall revisit on the morrow!
Episode 035: The Sleeping Gypsy
Just past a fence circling my highschool fields (in Greece) Gypsies would camp every year. I’d stay close to that fence because I couldn’t help myself and they stared back, side-eyed and straight faced. They would filter into the small suburb we were staying near the school. Some who recognized me looked me in the eye when I put change into the cups in front of them.
Few artists make a living from their art during their lifetimes. Gallery owners prefer them dead anyway.
Another masterwork. The drone and baseline made this feel almost surreal and the scratches had me imaging a silent movie soundtrack filled with suspense and tension. Your words about artists having regular jobs reminded me of a the greet book, “Real Artists Have Day Jobs” by Sara Benincasa
That bass line is awesome as well, it gives it a sense of dreamy suspense. Great beat!
Mmmm - so many good textures here. You have an excellent ear for the sounds you choose. And I always need a reminder that "success" can mean a lot of different things — not sure if this makes sense, but art is a way of living, not necessarily a way to make a living.
Like a lot of your pieces, I imagine them as a loop, where the last note would transition back to the first and one could play it endlessly until eventually going mad or wanting to bake brownies.
And those working artists may have been tax collectors, nannies, and proctologists, but were any archivists? I think you win.
“ each note fades in a bit late” 🤗
Yes the words gypsy goes inside of my stomach some how and I fell ... something
Maybe from one past life
You know I could imagine this work so well for The Pawn! Brooding, eerie, step by step going down into that basement...
edit: Re Vivian Maier. I don't think she would ever have shown any of her pictures to anyone, not sure she'd approve, but c'est la vie! I am behind with the rest of the tunes. I shall revisit on the morrow!
You have a distinct talent for subtraction and finding the essence of a complex image.
Deciding what to keep-- that must be the Archivist in you!