Monday’s announcement of the Hugo nominees led me to write about my experiences with WorldCon and meeting authors.
I’ve been listening to a lot of different music at work, thanks to the global record collection, and shared some of my discoveries on Tuesday.
In the same vein, on Wednesday there were works by artists I found intriguing.
Some reflective writing on writing on Thursday.
A tiny bit of fiction for Friday night. The monster is real!
And rounding out the week, my reaction to former pope Benedict’s letter about sex abuse in the Catholic Church.
Currently reading: Black Leopard, Red Wolf by Marlon James. I don’t know what I think about it yet, other than it’s weird.
What an interesting thing art is. All art. Someone thought of something and created it. They looked around them and thought, “Hey, what if …? Wouldn’t it be cool? I want to try …” And then through practicing their craft, they create the idea they had.
Sometimes I’m simply overwhelmed by the amazing things people create. Every once in a while, amazing stuff comes out on the screen in front of me. Words rushing out in a ethereal process which can never fully be explained, only felt and wondered at.
In the March 2019 issue of National Geographic (email subscription required) is a spread called “Conjured Clouds” Puffs of clouds hang in the air where they normally wouldn’t be and it’s mesmerizing.
A search led me to this in Harper’s Bazaar. Four fashion icons posing with clouds. I suppose we could go deep into how ephemeral both art and fashion can be. Maybe another time. That’s the original book hoarder himself, Karl Lagerfeld. (Life goals.)
The artist is Berndnaut Smilde, and he’s amazing.
Here’s another one from the same issue of National Geographic by Jodi Cobb. It’s a reflection of Venice in the water, symbolizing her grief.
I can’t even …