Heard these lyrics while painting this last night. Love when the act of artmaking provides the words and messages I most need.
When this old world starts getting me down And people are just too much for me to face I climb way up to the top of the stairs And all my cares just drift right into space On the roof, it’s peaceful as can be And there the world below can’t bother me Let me tell you now
When I come home feelin’ tired and beat I go up where the air is fresh and sweet (up on the roof) I get away from the hustling crowd And all that rat-race noise down in the street (up on the roof) On the roof, the only place I know Where you just have to wish to make it so Let’s go up on the roof (up on the roof)
At night the stars put on a show for free And, darling, you can share it all with me I keep a-tellin’ you Right smack dab in the middle of town I’ve found a paradise that’s trouble proof (up on the roof) And if this world starts getting you down There’s room enough for two Up on the roof (up on the roof) Up on the roo-oo-oof (up on the roof) Oh, come on, baby (up on the roof) Oh, come on, honey (up on the roof) Everything is all right (up on the roof)
There’s an old family photo circa 1929 or so that I used to love looking at when I was growing up–family members waiting at the dock for a ship to come in.
I found myself thinking about the photo a lot in recent months and after reaching out to my cousin was able to see the photo again after many years. The photo still captivates me. In some ways more than ever.
The photo became inspiration for a new piece of artwork made in procreate on my iPad.
It seems like many dim years ago
Since I heard that face to face
Though tonight I can feel you here
I heard it in the wind last night It sounded like applause Did you get a round resounding for you Way up here It seems like many dim years ago Since I heard that face to face Though tonight I can feel you here
Painting inspired on a recent walk (by a captivating tree trunk) and lyrics by Joni Mitchell, For the Roses.
Am I sitting in a tin can
Far above the world
Minutes after finishing this painting I was perplexed. What is it?
Hours later, I still wondered what it had been doing floating around in my head. My hand. My brush strokes.
Then as if someone had just selected a song on an old jukebox, the lyrics to David Bowie’s song, Space Oddity started to fill my head.
I’ve got to admit, it’s a bit odd. And, a little amusing.
Ground Control to Major Tom Ground Control to Major Tom Take your protein pills and put your helmet on Ground Control to Major Tom (ten, nine, eight, seven, six) Commencing countdown, engines on (five, four, three) Check ignition and may God’s love be with you (two, one, liftoff)
This is Ground Control to Major Tom You’ve really made the grade And the papers want to know whose shirts you wear Now it’s time to leave the capsule if you dare “This is Major Tom to Ground Control I’m stepping through the door And I’m floating in a most peculiar way And the stars look very different today For here Am I sitting in a tin can Far above the world Planet Earth is blue And there’s nothing I can do
Though I’m past one hundred thousand miles I’m feeling very still And I think my spaceship knows which way to go Tell my wife I love her very much she knows Ground Control to Major Tom Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you hear me, Major Tom? Can you “Here am I floating ’round my tin can Far above the moon Planet Earth is blue And there’s nothing I can do