Monday, July 25, 2011

Music Monday: Kye Kye



Kye Kye is an ambient band composed of the Estonia-born Yagolnikov siblings. Now I don't usually enjoy ambient music but I was intrigued after reading their interview on RelevantMagazine.com

The part that got me was when Tim said, "We always say it's not about creativity, it's about how well you listen. For this new album, we've spent less time actually trying to write songs, and trying to come up with concepts and ideas to write about, and how to best explain what we're experiencing. Instead, we've spent more time with God and getting to know who He is, and what that relationship looks like."

Some of the best songs are taken from the bible and as I stumbled upon Kye Kye's tumblr I saw a post which hopefully opens you up to a whole new outlook about song writing. :)

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Experimental Worship



Ever since attending a design and movement class in university, I've been intrigued by the effect that music has on us and our movement. This probrably falls into Futurism but I'm not doing a study on art periods but rather seeing art as a worship form.

The Futurists practiced in every medium of art, including painting, sculpture, ceramics, graphic design, industrial design, interior design, theatre, film, fashion, textiles, literature, music, architecture and even gastronomy. Now who's to say that all that could not be grounds for experimental worship?

Put a song on loop then start painting!

Sounds simple enough, but how much of it is you being led by the music and how much of it is just you commanding an artpiece? Are we led by the atmosphere or by strong emotion?

There was another class which I thoroughly enjoyed too - Rhythm and Movement. That one was particularly freeing and I learnt a lot about myself in that class. I think actors and performers use that to get warmed up and after watching "The Kings Speech" I know it helps in many other areas of life too!

I'm not very open with movements though. Flexibility isn't all there is to movement and I hold back a great deal. I'm often afraid to express. There's a lot impressed upon my heart but I hold back from expressing wide strong movements except in the confines of my home. Even then I am restricted by space.

I often dream of white wide empty space where I'm able to wildly express myself with colour and grace. Would I dance with such abandon? Would I paint? or design? Or write epic poetry? I don't quite know yet. All I feel is this unexplainable need to express in EVERY way I know.

I've grown since my days as an alpha student. And I've taken the lessons learnt in those movement classes and sort of experimented with it a little. From outward expressions of inward angst I've grown to channel these emotions positively. I write to express what spoken words fail me. I dance to express the emotions that reside within me. And sometimes I paint when I need that calm to just envelope me.

I'm a firm believer that creative gifts are God-given and we are to work on it and grow with it and make this small talent morph into something beautiful and tangible.

Above wanting these gifts to grow, I hope I'll find my wide empty space where all these become possible. A place where talent meets media meets medium. I'm no singer, songwriter, artist and neither am I a fully-published writer so I'm sure I'll still fall short, and I'm sure that there are those who can do a whole lot better and there are those who would mock my feeble attempts at 'art'.

But here's where I'll need to rise above the fear and take charge of that Dream. Actualise the desire to just go out and full-on worship my God.

Monday, July 18, 2011

The nudge

via http://anyonelsebutyou.tumblr.com/

Every so often as i sit at my desk at work, reading news reports and mommy blogs, or writing a piece for our website, i feel like i'm being nudged. Sometimes it's a wave of dizziness like the kind felt during tremors or small earthquakes and sometimes it's as if someone's just walked past me and bumped into my chair, while at other times it's like some force of unfelt and unheard wind has just knocked into me.

I look up from my notebook screen and it takes a while for my eyes to adjust and see things clearly. And then i look around the office to see if anyone else felt that too.

Was anyone else rudely shaken out of their routine work of designing, editing or writing. Did anyone else have their daytime reverie interrupted by unseen forces.

Of course it's most-likely my imagination. My blood sugar probably dropped hence the light-headedness. Or maybe my chair has gotten a little rickkety.

Well recently when 'the nudge' happened, I looked up and I saw this poster I have on my cubicle wall. It's a print from workisnotajob and it simply says one word - Dream.

Now "Dream" is a word that brings all kinds of meaning to me. Seeing it pinned up big and bold jolted me out of my reverie more than 'the nudge' did. I had almost forgotten all about it.

Dream.

The stuff which maketh the future.

Ok not exactly but you know what I mean. Dreams are that which kinda help you along the way. It gives you a picture and encourages you to fill in the details and write the story to.

“Dreams are illustrations... from the book your soul is writing about you.” - Marsha Norman

Have you come to a place where Dreams have become inevitable. It's like a snowball effect of dreams where one takes shape into another and then another. And what started out as this miniscule idea just morphes into this project of giant proportions.

Dreams.

Sometimes I don't think we do enough of it. Sometimes I think 'the nudge' was a dream tugging at my heartstrings. Willing me to get up and get going. Chase that which seems unatainable right now. Pursue that which I know I can do.

And so... I dream and I continue to write that which my dreams have placed upon my heart.

And after I've given my all, I know there'll still more room for dreams.

Music Monday: Jon and John


I felt shitloads of excitement when i saw this pop up in the Land Of Broken Hearts site awhile back.
There's Jon Foreman of Switchfoot and Johnny Rzeznik of Goo Goo Dolls - one of my all-time favourites. I was pretty obsessed with them in high school. Like, poster and song lyrics plastered across my wall kinda obsessed. heh. It's awesome that after all these years, he's still so hawt and that song still managed to turn me to mush. :D