4 bridges art festival in TN!

Last weekend there was an art festival that my mother, sister and I managed to crash. It was pretty awesome.
And I bought my first original piece of art!!! [It's super exciting for me, so sshhhhhhut up!!]

The artist's name is Kyle, and he's a photographer. I like his style where he finds something interesting in things that people normally don't look at twice. It's a gift.

I bought this photo mainly because it's a skull. They are kind of my obsession. But it was this one or one of the Eiffel Tower with the sky as a backdrop, and I couldn't decide which one. This one won, though. [His choice].

He has plenty more photos on his website: kylespears.com so go and check it out! There are some really awesome ones, and some... interesting ones. There's also this one of a girl with a grey/blue painted face which is a personal favourite.

Aside from Kyle's photos, there were also a ton of other amazing peices of art throughout the festival. One where someone had turned normal firepits into awesome firepits, some amazing glasswork of angels and trees - now THOSE were amazing! I wish I'd taken photos of them, but I thought it would be a bit rude... Orignal paintings, sculptures, 3-D paintings - if you can make something out of something, it was there.

*sigh*

It was awesome. I love art festivals. :)

Wear Your Seatbelt

Love Don't Roam

I've been a Doctor Who addict since the start of the revival, back in the day when [hottie] Christopher Eccelston was the Ninth Doctor. And then when [even hotter] David Tennant became the Tenth Doctor, well, I just couldn't tear myself away from the series! I think he is the one that makes Doctor Who so popular these days. I love the thing between him and Rose, and everytime - no joke, everytime - I watch "Doomsday" I cry my eyes out.
So then I went online and bought all of the series' soundtracks, because the composition is pretty much awesome. Listening to the tracks, I inevitably came across the surprisingly upbeat song, written by Murray Gold, "Love Don't Roam" sung by Neil Hannon, whose voice weirdly fits the song. This song, as well as the other vocal tracks on the albums, is about Rose and the Doctor, but I love this particular song because it's so sad.
[I'm a sucker for sad and depressing things.]
It's a song about a person who is tired of travelling even though he has met many different people and seen and done some amazing things, but after everything, he is still alone in the world. Desperate for compaionship, he asks a certain girl to stay and be his constant in a world that is full of variables and is constantly changing.
Enjoy a fanvid I found through Youtube [it was the best one out there to this song]. I don't own any rights to anything in this particular post, except for my own opinion... :]

Well, I've roamed about this Earth
With just a suitcase in my hand,
And I've met some bog-eyed Joe's,
I've met the blessed, I've met the damned.
But of all the strange, strange creatures
In the air, at sea, on land,
Oh, my girl, my girl, my precious girl,
I love you, you understand.


So, reel me in, my precious girl,
Come on, take me home.
'Cause my body's tired of travelling
And my heart don't wish to roam. No, no.


I have wandered, I have rambled
I have crossed this crowded sphere,
And I've seen a mass of problems
That I long to disappear.
Now, all I have's this anguished heart,
For you have vanished too.
Oh, my girl, my girl, my precious girl,
Just what is this man to do?


So, reel me in, my precious girl,
Come on, take me home.
'Cause my body's tired of travelling
And my heart don't wish to roam.


Yeah, reel me in, my precious girl,
Come on, take me home.
'Cause my body's tired of travelling
And my heart don't wish to roam. No, no.


Well, you took me in, you stole my heart,
I cannot roam no more.
Because love, it stays within you,
It does not wash up on a shore.
But a fighting man forgets each cut
Each knock, each bruise, each fall,
But a fighting man cannot forget
Why his love don't roam no more.


Oh, reel me in, my precious girl,
Come on, take me home.
'Cause my body's tired of travelling
And my heart don't wish to roam.


Yeah, reel me in, my precious girl,
Come on, take me home.
'Cause my body's tired of travelling
And my heart don't wish to roam.


Yeah, walk with me, my love, my love,
Walk tall, walk proud, walk far,
For you know my love, you are, you are,
You are my shining star.


Walk with me, oh my love,
Walk tall, walk proud, walk far.
For you know my love, you are, you are,
You are my shining star, you are.
Yeah!


Reel me in, my precious girl,
Come on, take me home.
My body's tired of travelling
And my heart don't wish to roam.

A Message for Mr Lopez

Happy summer days to everyone in the nothern hemisphere :)
So, 25-odd years ago in New Zealand, 1984, a young girl by the name of Sacha was killed in a drink-drive accident. She was a passenger in a car that was hit head-on by a Chile diplomat, who went on to claim diplomatic immunity and was quickly flown out of the country. He was taken back to Chile and no justice has ever been served for this family who lost a daugher just a month shy of her 21st birthday. The poem was written by the partner of her father, Carol in 2009, who saw how the crash devastated the family. The poem was then sent on to the Chile government, where they have formerly and officially apologized and offered to have a memorial service for Sacha which is going to be held in May.

So this is for Sacha 1963 - 1984

A message for Mr Lopez

I was in Santiago the other day,

Mr Lopez, first time in my life,

And I was intending to look you up.

I'm not sure what I would have said

if I'd knocked on your door and found

you home. If a woman, your wife or

even a daughter, had called over

the balcony or the intercom ¿hola?

You see, Mr Lopez, I'm not sure

what I want from you any more.

The phone directory has many Lopez

as you of course would know -

they're rare where I come from - but just three listed as Luis Felipe.

Perhaps you're all related: elderly father,

your eldest son and you, Mr Lopez,

the diplomat. Are you still an embassy

man or did you switch your line

of work after the immunity wore off?

I'd been rehearsing our meeting

all these years but, somehow I got

to Chile and my heart wasn't in it.

What was I going to say to you:

Hi, Mr Lopez, I'd like a word

about my daughter?

Would it hurt if I told you she was

twenty, tall and beautiful, unsure

as some striking people are,

and gifted, an artist with a promising

future. Paintings are all I have.

Hi, Mr Lopez, I could have said,

I'm the father of the girl you killed

when you drove dead-drunk

in a new car in a new country

on the wrong side of a road.

Would it hurt if I told you, last time

I saw her, I promised her oil paints

for Christmas and watched her small plane

until it was just a speck in a summer sky.

You! You crossed the centre line

a third time, saw the headlights and

swerved - not to the left, your side

of the road, which might have

saved her - but to the right,

Luis Felipe Lopez, to the right.

Hi, Mr Lopez, I could have said

in Santiago, please step outside,

I'm going to kill you.

They missed you at the inquest.

The coroner's man couldn't get

Sacha's name right - he called her

'Sacka', as if she were a sack of nothing -

but he had yours down pat.

I have one daughter left alive.

On birthdays and death days

and in the early mornings, you are

not far from our thoughts, Luis -

can I call you that? I wonder if

the 'car accident', fool phrase,

wrecked your life as it did ours.

What price did you have to pay,

loyal servant of General Pinochet,

for slaughter in a foreign city?

When you hug your own daughter,

do you sometimes think of Sacha.

I sat on the bed in my hotel room

in your city ringed with mountains,

three likely numbers in my hand, and

I knew it was over. To tamp down

my bitterness, concentrate my sadness,

I tried to put myself in your shoes,

to imagine what it must be like

to be a killer. I tried but I cannot.

No, Luis Felipe Lopez,

I do not want to see your face.