Art of Time, Cadmium Red

I was walking down the street  When I thought I heard this voice say

red on it's way to black.  John Berger, via Art of Time, April 12, 2014
red on it’s way to black. John Berger, via Art of Time’s “I Send You This Cadmium Red”, April 12, 2014

“Say, ain’t we walking down the same street together on the very same day?”

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Blue. Also Berger and John Christie who exchanged letters about colour which were read as part of AOT’s “Cadmium”

“Hey, Senorita, that’s astute”, I said.  “Why don’t we get together and call ourselves an institute?”

Paul Simon, “Gumboots”, from Graceland

yellow like light, against black like darkness.  Again, Berger & Christie's correspondence, & AOT
yellow like light, against black like darkness. Again, Berger & Christie’s correspondence, & AOT

Many marvelous synchronized happenings and conversations these past two days.  The world is rich with resonance.

Nothing institutional about this weekend, whatsoever.  I just like that lyric, and Aruna referred to it when we were eating tapas on Ossington together..

 

Paul Simon, from “Gumboots” (Graceland)

Lip service

One month:  Corelli to Handel to Brahms and Faure to Jensen to Patootie to sereda to Kurt Cobain via Drew Wright.  In between some work re-arranging songs by JTaylor, Norah Jones, Kris Delmhorst and other specials for cello and voice.  Or just cello, or just voice.  And thumb piano (note to self:  revive and nourish friendships with sweet tasteful drummers).

Our Band, Catchpenny, somewhere in Toronto, sometime in the 1980s.  Aruna Handa, Frank Klaassen, Michael Klaassen & me
Our Band, Catchpenny, somewhere in Toronto, sometime in the 1980s. Aruna Handa, Frank Klaassen, Michael Klaassen & me

This sounds urgent, but it’s not.  It’s more like breathing.  Or working out, with the intention of finding muscles that haven’t been used for a very long time, and… using them again, even if it takes a rebuild.  And yes, yes, all that about pain and gain, too.

wild carrot
wild carrot

I believe it’s important to Do the thing that you feel compelled to do.  There’s a reason you feel so compelled, after all – you can probably trust it.

If there are obstacles to your Doing of the thing, don’t waste time blaming them, just remove, or find a way around.  Complaint and self-defeat have never once written a song or painted a picture:  dump them.  You’ve got better things to do with your time.

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St Lawrence River.

Jump in.  Do the work.  It’s warm.

Oh, and if you see someone else who’s doing the work, love them for it.