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Alexander Korzer – Robinson

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I’m always intrigued by artists who find original ways of expressing themselves.  While I often feel I have so much to express, I’m constantly stumped as to how to do it; my mind simply goes toward writing or drawing and I often times feel unfulfilled.  It’s always inspiring to see fresh forms of work, and Alexander Korzer-Robinson has completely captivated my imagination.  A few years ago, I found his work scary – now, maybe because I’m older (?) I find it whimsical.  Using old books, he creates narrative collages as a way of representing the inner self for the viewer to dive into.  As if the use of books wasn’t nostalgic enough, Alexander only uses images found within the book creating a specific world that each viewer will remember differently.  While we reflect within the book, we are the book, finding our own personal sentiment with what is only on the inside.


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Tyler Knott Gregson

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If you have any type of social media account, its pretty likely that you’ve come across the work of Tyler Knott Gregson.  If that name doesn’t ring a bell, I’m sure you’ve come across some amazing little poems typed on scraps of paper and the backs of receipts or photographs that were beautiful enough for you to stop scrolling.  While Tyler is a talented artist in so many ways, it’s his poetry that moves me the most.  There are no grand words to interpret or fancy pentameter, just raw, relatable emotion.

(He’s not too bad on the eyes either.)

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All images from Tyler’s website.

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White Walls

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I move around a lot.  New jobs, new cities, new roommates – but most importantly new spaces to decorate.  Sure, I have my special little knick-knacks that go everywhere I do, but a house (apartment) doesn’t feel like home to me without a little something on the walls.  Ideally, I’d be able to paint my walls any color my heart desires.  It’s not that I can’t, it’s that I move too often and I’m far too lazy to commit to a color for a short amount of time and then paint over it once I leave.

Over time, I’ve learned that nail holes are more easily fixable that 400 square feet of blue paint.  Thanks to blogs like The Life Styled and websites like Pinterest, I’ve found new inspiration in creating Gallery Walls to brighten up blank space and make me feel at home without making a huge commitment.

Personally, I would opt for a wide range of colors, patterns,and styles of art including paintings, photographs, typeface art, etc. to jazz up a plain white wall.

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You could also stick with a certain theme such as color, or frame size for a more sophisticated and uniform look.

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photos found here, here, here, here, here, here, and here

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Lyrics

Have you ever listened to a song over and over, and then one day it just clicks?  It’s like every single verse, every word, is written to convey the exact thoughts going on in your head.  Could it be some kind of self-fulfilling prophecy?  You mindlessly listen and sing along, but then you wake up and it’s your exact situation.  Maybe we just relate to a song more once we’ve really listened to it.  Maybe the emotion comes once you don’t have to really listen anymore and you just feel what the artist is saying.  I can’t explain it, but I’ve been going through some heavy times and even though I’ve been listening to these songs for months, it’s like they’re brand new again, and mysteriously written by my own thoughts and feelings.

This goes out to all the heartbroken but hopefuls.

Marina & The Diamonds: Lies

You’re never gonna love me, so what’s the use?
What’s the point in playing a game you’re gonna lose?
What’s the point in saying you love me like a friend?
What’s the point in saying it’s never gonna end?
You’re too proud to say that you’ve made a mistake
You’re a coward to the end
I don’t wanna admit that we’re not gonna fit
No, I’m not the type that you like
Why don’t we just pretend?
Lies, don’t wanna know, don’t wanna know oh
I can’t let you go, can’t let you go oh
I just want it to be perfect
To believe it’s all been worth the fight
Lies, don’t wanna know, don’t wanna know oh
You only ever touch me in the dark
Only if we’re drinking can you see my spark
And only in the evening that you give yourself to me
Cause the night is your woman, and she’ll set you free
You’re too proud to say that you’ve made a mistake
You’re a coward to the end
I don’t wanna admit that we’re not gonna fit
No, I’m not the type that you like
Why don’t we just pretend?Lies, don’t wanna know, don’t wanna know oh
I can’t let you go, can’t let you go oh
I just want it to be perfect
To believe it’s all been worth the fight
Lies, don’t wanna know, don’t wanna know ohLies, don’t wanna know, don’t wanna know oh
I can’t let you go, can’t let you go oh
I just want it to be perfect
To believe it’s all been worth the fight
Lies, don’t wanna know, don’t wanna know oh

City and Colour: Sleeping Sickness

I awoke
Only to find my lungs empty
And through the night
So it seems I’m not breathing
And now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be
And I’m breaking down, I think I’m breaking down

And I’m afraid
To sleep because of what haunts me
Such as living with the uncertainty
That I’ll never find the words to say
Which would completely explain
Just how I’m breaking down

Someone come and, someone come and save my life
Maybe I’ll sleep when I am dead
But now it’s like the night is taking sides
With all the worries that occupy the back of my mind
Could it be this misery will suffice?

I’ve become
A simple souvenir of someone’s kill
And like the sea
I’m constantly changing from calm to ill
Madness fills my heart and soul as if the great divide could swallow me whole
oh, how I’m breaking down

oooohhh my life

Someone come and, someone come and save my life (save my life)
Someone come and, someone come and save my life (save my life)
Someone come and, someone come and save my life
Could it be this misery will suffice?

The Lumineers: Ho Hey

Ho!
Hey!
Ho!
Hey!

(Ho!) I’ve been trying to do it right
(Hey!) I’ve been living a lonely life
(Ho!) I’ve been sleeping here instead
(Hey!) I’ve been sleeping in my bed,
(Ho!) sleeping in my bed
(Hey!)

(Ho!)

(Ho!) So show me family
(Hey!) All the blood that I would bleed
(Ho!) I don’t know where I belong
(Hey!) I don’t know where I went wrong
(Ho!) But I can write a song
(Hey!)

1, 2, 3
I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweet
(Ho!)

Hey!
Ho!
Hey!

(Ho!) I don’t think you’re right for him
(Hey!) Look at what it might have been if you
(Ho!) Took a bus to China Town
(Hey!) I’d be standing on Canal
(Ho!) And Bowery
(Hey!)
(Ho!) And she’d be standing next to me
(Hey!)

1, 2, 3
I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart

Love ‒ we need it now
Let’s hope for some
So, we’re bleeding out

I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweetheart
I belong with you, you belong with me, you’re my sweet
(Ho!)

(Hey!)
(Ho!)
(Hey!)

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Bad Dreams

While stunning and beautiful, Alexander Korzer-Robinson’s intricate and small collages using illustrations from antiquated books and maps (they’re framed in said books) make me feel like I’m stuck in a nightmare.  With so much going on it’s hard to focus on just one image and I get a weird feeling that I can’t escape.  It’s like being stuck in a shadowy, flickering old movie where random images flash before you.

images via Alexander Korzer-Robinson

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