We Are Spirits In A Material World.

Isn’t it nice that you can use art to work out your frustrations?  This afternoon, even with the issues that have come up today, I have been more in tune with keeping myself on an even keel when problems arise.  I have been sitting here listening to old music, self soothing, thinking about what to make for dinner and caught myself imagining the literal translations of the music lyrics into images.

For instance… I was listening to the Eurythmics singing Here Comes The Rain.

Here comes the rain again, falling on my head like a memory, falling on my head like a new emotion…

And I wondered… what does it look like to have a memory fall on your head?  What does it look like to have a new emotion… and then to have that new emotion fall on your head?  

OR another really good one… 

The King of Pain by The Police

There’s a little black spot on the sun today.

There’s a black hat caught in a high tree top.

The world turning circles, running round my brain.

You see where I am going with this, don’t you?  No.  That’s ok. I’m an odd duck.  Sometimes, it is hard for me to draw or create art and instead I just walk around trapped inside my own head.

I found this piece I drew a few years ago when I was, then, also stuck wandering around in my head listening to music… again The Police.  I don’t know that there is anything magical or spiritual or what’s the word… evoking, invoking or provoking… about this piece.  It is just something that landed on the page when I was listening to a song and ignoring the world.

Spirits In The Material World by The Police.

Where does the answer lie?