transcontinental

Where I Can Reach the Sky | Xetobyte

Wow. 

Art and music possess a special kind of enchantment. They are akin to catalysts in a way; they have the power to cause bonds to form rapidly in a purposeful way. 

The more I look, the more similarities I find in myself and others. Now, I can't deny that we have our differences - one of my biggest struggles is relating to people in a meaningful way. Yet, despite that fact, I've found a piece of me in the art of a lonely someone who lives in the Philippines. Bizarre; amazing. There's something about the solemness of it - his bowed head, the black suit, black sky; it reminds me of death. I'm sure the piece above would mean very little to most of my friends and family. I know that I have different tastes than them. But to me, it is meaningful. And that is all that counts. 

The music complements the art. I recomend listening to it while gazing at the piece.

Xetobyte

Break of Reality

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This is the beginning of a collaboration between my friend Becca and I. She loves to paint landscapes and fill in outlines of animals and such with doodles. She's got some pretty sweet patterns. I drew that tree on Sunday, and gave it to Becca yesterday so she can fill it in. I can't wait to see what it looks like afterwards:) Future plans: a chameleon.

beast

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bones & ashes

The past few weeks, I have failed miserably - as a person, student, friend, leader - you name it, I've failed it. I don't think I've turned homework in on time for a month. I've acted rashly (and been labelled a complete idiot by some people for it. Not that everyone's good opinion is terribly high on my list of priorities-I just rather needed to be on those people's good sides). I've barely been making it out of bed in the mornings. My commissions have been completely neglected. And what do I have to show for it? A D- on a test I thought I was completely prepared for.
To top it off, I just broke my phone.
Sad day.
So I sit in my room, listening to quiet post-classical cello,  intermittently playing 2048, watching the life in my phone flicker on and off. It'll die by the time I wake up tomorrow. Maybe it will pass into the Isles of the Blessed, or be reincarnated as a smartphone.
I have another important homework assignment due tomorrow. It'll be late.
Sad day.

I find it rather lovely

The Day After My Funeral | Natalia Drepina

They remind me of Red Jumpsuit Apparatus:)

planets and such

Urmas Sisask is an Estonian composer. He derived a "planetary scale" from the number of seconds it takes each planet to complete one revolution around the sun. Each planet had its own pitch (at that time there was nine of them), but four of them were repeated in different octaves, ultimately reducing the scale to five pitches. The final scale is C#, D, F#, G#, A. Although originally each of the pitches have their own specific octaves, they are at least 20 octaves below middle C, and are hence used in the reduced pentatonic scale in the habitual octaves.
This piece, "Voices of the Universe", is so far my favorite by him. I believe he used his planetary scale, but don't know for sure (though it certainly sounds like it, doesn't it?).

You can read more about Sisask and see his calculations here.

boundaries

"The world is only as big as our bodies

As small as we let ourselves be.

The more we take in, the borders extend

Yeah we form our own boundaries."

From "Boundaries" | Sun Culture

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