You say I want to own you
And truthfully I do.
But just a small piece
Something to hold onto
Cause we’ve been through a long year
And I feel like you owe me
And yes I know that’s wrong, and selfish & needy
I know that Love is about freedom
And understanding without ego
But I just want you to reciprocate
Cause I gave you a piece of me too
Maybe this whole thing is unhealthy and we both need to get free.
Jimmy said Love is a growing up,
Love is a growing up.
You say that you’re in love with me
But I don’t think you are
You just want m my approval
Want some balm on your scars
And maybe you deserve that
Cause I know I can be unkind
But I don’t need that responsibility
I don’t want you to be mine.
There was a time when I truly did
But you weren’t ready then
And now that you’ve come around
You feel you deserve something.
I’ll always love you, but this is unhealthy
And it’s time you let me be free.
Jimmy said Love is a growing up
Love is a growing up.
I just submitted my first grant application. I won’t find out if I am rewarded the grant until October, but either way, it was an excellent experience. It helped me to reflect on and synthesize my intentions and my purpose. The process itself was fulfilling. I wrote an artist statement for the first time, and figured I should share 🙂
“The only real concern of the artist [is] to recreate out of the disorder of life that order which is art.” – James Baldwin
In Washington we are constantly inundated with sounds: Obama’s helicopters zipping over the Washington Channel, police cruisers blaring sirens, buses grumbling down streets, air conditioners toiling away in humid summers.
Sound pollution is real, so it’s easy to forget that sound vibrations are also healing. When I sing, I rediscover the artistic order of sound, tapping into its restorative properties. From a young age, this is what impelled me to open my mouth and make sound, feeling it reverberate through my cells and out into a room reminded me how alive I am.
My approach to music is rooted in its cathartic and palliative potential. Through writing and vocalizing I am able to be honest and vulnerable, to examine my mistakes and triumphs, the minutia and grandeur. I am able to be self-congratulatory and self-forgiving. Writing lets me attend to pain and ecstasy, becoming liberated in the process. My songs are a way to excavate sensory memories and dreams, giving them a life outside of my head, so that others can see their stories reflected in mine.
I am in the process of writing an artists statement for a grant application. I turned to James Baldwin, one of my favorite writers and philosophers of all time, for some inspiration. I came across these 3 quotes I felt I should share.
“One writes out of one thing only — one’s own experience. Everything depends on how relentlessly one forces from this experience the last drop, sweet or bitter, it can possibly give. This is the only real concern of the artist, to recreate out of the disorder of life that order which is ar
“Art has to be a kind of confession. I don’t mean a true confession in the sense of that dreary magazine. The effort it seems to me, is: if you can examine and face your life, you can discover the terms with which you are connected to other lives, and they can discover them, too — the terms with which they are connected to other people.” (1961)
“All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story, to vomit the anguish up.” (1985)