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#Selfie 4: inside out

I honestly don’t have a clue what I look like from the outside.  Or- I have clues, from friends (hopefully most honest, but still undeniably subject to mood changes & emotional wellbeing), family (often distorted by… family), men who have been drinking in bars (predictable), random encounters with strangers…  and more recently in my Selfie pilgrimage… mirrors, photographs, & video that’s been initiated and shot of me by me.

Aside from those hints and clues I live my life looking out of this face, so there’s absolutely NO way I can say:  I look like this.

Buzz Aldritch on the moon in 1966 - perhaps the pinnacle of Selfies, brought to my attention be James Keelaghan, singer-songwriter extraordinaire and our insightful & resourceful AD at Summerfolk in Owen Sound (thanks James)
Buzz Aldrin (thanks MV) on the moon in 1966 – perhaps the pinnacle of Selfies, brought to my attention by James Keelaghan, singer-songwriter extraordinaire and our insightful & resourceful AD at Summerfolk in Owen Sound (thanks James)

 

So here’s what I think today:  our visual image is always and only subjective.  It’s Always about where we are, what we are doing, how we feel, what we feel… endless facets, all capable of changing and shaping the configurations of muscles on our face, and the way the light hits them.

So what makes a Selfie a good selfie?  Authenticity?

I think so, Buzz.  I do think so.

A quick shot of my left hand & shoulder from a mirror in Feb.
A quick shot of my left hand & shoulder from a mirror in Feb.
Awkward shot of my Right hand in a mirror for reference, Feb.  Music stands work as a matte black ground...
Awkward shot of my Right hand in a mirror for reference, Feb. Music stands work as a matte black ground…

 

singing, now....
drawing (anatomy mistakes in the RH knuckle – now fixed)
this morning by 9:30am.  Includes a heretical symbol for the wings of enlightenment, used by a printer in the 13th century to signal gnostic pilgrims that the way was safe...
this morning by 9:30am. Includes a heretical symbol for the wings of enlightenment, used by a printer in the 13th century to signal gnostic pilgrims that the way was safe…
3pm today.  It has since transformed again...
3pm today. It has since transformed again…

 

What’s my point?

We create an image of ourselves that is constantly changing; we are constantly changing.  There is no true constant image when viewed from the outside.

Maybe there is from the inside, though.

A working theory.

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Summerfolk Monday

The sense of openness continues long after Irene has gone to bed and been piped out of the park.  It’s as though the parade brought them home here through our house – Sarah Slean, Royal Wood, Oscar Lopez, the Lemon Bucket Orchestra, The Rwandan guys, The Powerful Women from New Zealand, The MacKenzie Blues Band (our dear friends), Matt Anderson, Nathan Rogers,  Karen Savoca, and so many others glimpsed, heard from afar or almost missed – along with all of the dear friends we were able to connect with.

The air is pregnant with resonance.  Into the air and the house I play Sarah Slean’s Land & Sea, which has me in tears from the first track.  Good tears – she is so playful, so powerful, honest and so Good at what she’s doing that laughter and tears just flow. This cd has such great depth and complexity and beauty that I choose it as one of my filters – one lens from which to view the world, in order to make the world better.   That doesn’t happen often at all.

A couple of tracks on YouTube are here, and here.  Enjoy.  Better yet, buy the cd – you’ll love it, I promise.

From Sarah I let my computer play on – five cello concertos (Barber, Schuman, Dvorak, Saint Saens, Shostakovitch) and the Casals Bach Suites took me upstairs and into a book on a couch in the sunlight, into the garden for fresh tomatoes, basil & chard, the kitchen for a sandwich, the clothesline for laundry, and the back deck to feed the cats.  Conversations, about Nathan’s incredible voice; about Oscar’s generosity of spirit;  about the marvelous revolution the Lemon Bucket Orchestra is building just by playing their impossible BIG whenever and wherever they can (they might possibly save us all, along with Sara and Oscar & the other incredibles we witnessed); about Matt Anderson’s huge HUGE skill as a performer being equal to his quiet humility, about getting deep into the dancers whenever possible…

Now the sun has set, the bugs are shut out, we’re inside in the peaceful resonant air, feeling very rich indeed.

Happy Monday everyone.

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Otherfolk / Summerfolk

There are good things happening here in my hometown.

Last night the streets were full of us as we venue-hopped through the downtown core to see a large and motley crew of excellent musicians & performers in the 3rd year of Otherfolk.  This happens twice a year – February’s Lupercalia has the same marvelous effect on us.  We get a shot in the arm, a kick in the backside, a great jolt of energy through our collective nervous system.  We come out and come alive – almost like they do in Quebec (where folks habitually have more fun).

Tonight is the first night of the 3-day Summerfolk Festival, where we gather (residents, ex-pats, exiles and rebels) to reconnect each loop to the next, while listening to incredible playing and camping on the shores of Georgian Bay.  It’s kind of like a collective Relax:  “wow you and I haven’t connected for Months, and I’d really like to talk to you.  Are you going this weekend?  Good.  I’ll buy you a beer…”

Oh, and several thousand folks from out of town join us  for both of these togetherings and become honourary Owen Sounders for the duration.  It’s great – really really great, that a town of 22,000 can do these things, AND keep hopping with live entertainment, art exhibitions, film, spoken word, and fine fine crafts every other day of the year.

I love my town.