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growing old together-the relationship between fan and artist

Recently I’ve been listening to several young ‘up and coming’ artists who I believe, if the world has any sense, will become quite big. Elle Varner, Cris Cab, BJ the Chicago Kid and Kendrick Lamar are all incredibly talented individuals who are on the verge of spilling into the spectrum of the musical mainstream. This hopeful reality prompted me to think about the relationship between artist and fan, particularly if the fan finds the artist when they are still in their creative infancy. To discover an artist at this stage is like finding a new friend; it’s exciting, you can’t spend enough time together and you want nothing but the best for them.

The relationship between a fan and a music artist is incredibly intimate. The memories and emotions made and invoked by the music are powerful. The work of the artist is often present for major life moments and this is of no small importance. When you and the artist ‘find each other’ when you are both young, it is possible to grow old together. As your life and the work of the artist evolves, so does the relationship between artist and fan. My parents and the Beatles are proof of this, when John Lennon was shot my dad felt as though he’d lost a friend and to this day, December 8th is a very solemn day in our household. People in my generation grew up with Britney, who for all her flaws and artistic limitations, has always remained in part, that sparkling and vibrant girl in ‘Baby, One More Time’.

These relationships can have their faults and blind spots. I for one, avoided admitting how far gone Amy Winehouse was for a very long time, writing off the no-shows and drunken performances as youthful mistakes. But even with these faults, benefits far outweigh them. Through the years and mixtapes and concerts, albums and live sets, we as fans are able to see our lives through the songs of the artists we may never meet but know all too well.

-Jordan

sluggoonthestreet:

Blue skies are sometimes found in unusual places.

sluggoonthestreet:

Blue skies are sometimes found in unusual places.

sluggoonthestreet:

Sluggo found a better use for his heart than just wearing it on his sleeve.

sluggoonthestreet:

Sluggo found a better use for his heart than just wearing it on his sleeve.

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karissmayve:

Madeline Denaro
To allow something that I do not control to have an action, to allow oneself to bring this action into a materiality; this is why I make art.My work is very much about process. I find the image secondary to the art making. Working intuitively, I enter a realm of the unknown where there is more of a following than any real choice. There is an openness that is needed for this direct experience, this self imposed repetitive process of adding and subtracting, as I build, destroy, erase, paint over. There is a definite chaos through which each work evolves and it seems to return repeatedly to its beginning. But with each return, there are the markings, the scars of the previous. I have a relationship to these subtleties, these sensitivities, keeping some, hiding some…..knowing full well all that has been before.

karissmayve:

Madeline Denaro



To allow something that I do not control to have an action, to allow oneself to bring this action into a materiality; this is why I make art.

My work is very much about process. I find the image secondary to the art making. Working intuitively, I enter a realm of the unknown where there is more of a following than any real choice. 

There is an openness that is needed for this direct experience, this self imposed repetitive process of adding and subtracting, as I build, destroy, erase, paint over. There is a definite chaos through which each work evolves and it seems to return repeatedly to its beginning. But with each return, there are the markings, the scars of the previous. I have a relationship to these subtleties, these sensitivities, keeping some, hiding some…..knowing full well all that has been before.

thedirtywolverine:

Detroit Made. Better Made.

thedirtywolverine:

Detroit Made. Better Made.

when the starts go dark

Recently I learned that the universe will eventually reach a point when all the stars will have completely faded. There will actually come a moment when existence in all its’ unknown complexity and beauty and terribleness, will end.

At first this made me incredibly sad. To see the stars and know that there are bigger forces out there is a comforting thing for me and to realize that one day it will simply…end was a sobering thought.

But then I thought, in a strange way, it makes an incredible amount of sense. Every day, all the time, things are breaking. Wars, deaths, crime, hurt, divorce, lies, friendships ending, all these things are in some strange way, just part of the natural process of cosmic decay.

I still firmly believe in the beauty of art, light, love and the ability to create but now the brokeness of the world makes a bit more sense.

-Jordan

A penny for your thoughts

airjeremy:

cool.

A penny for your thoughts

airjeremy:

cool.

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