This is my favourite song. My whole life I’d been hesitant to ever make that claim about a composition, but the second I heard the closing note of Farewell Transmission for the first time, I knew it. That was a few years ago. Since then, I’ve listened to this song sparsely. Every time I hear it, it either brings me back down to reality and a state of calm during a fit of terrifying anxiety or it brings me to a strange, otherworldly, contemplative depth within myself. The entire album is brilliant. The artwork on the cover is immediately striking, serene, dangerous, looming, open, nonsensical but completely fitting in and of itself. The author, Jason Molina, has died and I’m just beginning to settle down and catch my breath and dry my tears. I don’t even know. Rest in peace, fellow. Rest in peace.
Barrow Wight in Montreal, Akiva on Guitars.
Barrow Wight in Montreal…. Photo by St.Annick
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That wasn’t it, that was just musing.
obtusing, losing the excuse refusing to choose my later life developments
Quickly banned from desperate fined intelligence
listless negligence hit misty eye’d pertinence
the defied urging of a slowly turned strangled relevance
Pow, right in the uncertainty
What is procrastinating?
the reverse turn of selfish bombastinating
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Worry art. Well so is all art that I do, but that’s just going to be the title here. But I tried working with my tablet again. I fucking hate this thing, but maybe I’ll be able to keep using it. This is really similar to a pencil/ink miniature mural I’m working on at the moment. I’ll see if I can get some pictures of it soon. It is significantly more inspired than this. Ah well. Once more, the actual image is also much larger than the “zoomed” version you get when you click on it, but I’m not sure how I can remedy this.
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vandrare asked: Who's this Doctor Reverend Syn? there's somthing about his name which will reveal an interesting story.
The eponymous antihero of a series of books written around the ’20s. They’re alright stories, fairly predictable adventuring thrillers, but the idea of the character is pretty appealing. He’s a sharp-and-content-scholar-done-wrong type who turns to piracy after his wife leaves him. He has some adventures and eventually returns to England and begins smuggling and swashbuckling operations for the good of the people. Apparently there are some half decent films involving him, but I think the name and the aesthetic are probably more enticing than the stories are interesting.
Anonymous asked: why do you have tumblr annd not facebook? get facebook so josh collins can message you about band related things.
It’s just a portfolio, I hardly use it. And I don’t know. Maybe. In the mean time just email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
Today, a jump was had. It went okay.
the new guitar players glamour shot
I claim this new land in the name of Melkor and all that is dissonant.
Silmarillion Project Part 1: “Ainulindale - The Music of the Ainur”
This is the beginning of a side project I’ve been working on, where each week I’ll be posting an illustration that corresponds with a different chapter of J.R.R. Tolkien’s Silmarillion.
The Music of the Ainur is essentially the beginning of Tolkien’s creation myth, where the Earth is slowly formed into being by ethereal song. Nothing too fancy just yet, but tune in next week as things heat up!
Oh my gosh. This is just too much. I feel this is relevant here because this fellow and his work are some of my biggest creative inspirations, and this right here is a wonderfully intriguing prospect.
It throws me off when certain works have such a propensity for both exceptional and awful/campy storytelling at varying times.
Just a thought for the wee morn.
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