I Am Heartbroken - Prince "While My Guitar Gently Weeps

I posted this a few years ago, but on this day, I am weeping for you, Prince.  I literally have no words for how much your music has meant to me throughout my life.  What is happening?  All our rock gods are leaving us in the last several months.  But this one...this one is devastating.

Day 259. The Weight and The Pressure

As my friend Cindy says:  "Gawl-dang-gah-bah."

Or as the Rolling Stones sing in "It's Only Rock 'n' Roll, but I Like It":

If I could stick my pen in my heart

And spill it all over the stage
Would it satisfy ya, would it slide on by ya'
Would you think the boy is strange?

 

If I could stick a knife in my heart

Suicide right on stage

Would it be enough...

O.k., I just erased my entire blog post.  I'll recap by saying, I had one "like" on yesterday's painting which I actually loved and thought was one of my best--I did see I had another this a.m.  Sometimes you feel like you can never do enough and others can never do too little.  I know, I know, you're never supposed to compare.  You're supposed to always be strong.  I guess I'm just not feeling super-sonic today.  Here's my honest, disheartened reaction.

 8" x 10" x 1"

Hmm.  Guess I'll leave this.  This is how I was feeling

From Day 59:  "Two Tears in a Bucket, Mother F*&* It."

Rolling Stones:  "It's Only Rock and Roll..."

I'm so tired.

Here's something to counteract the dejection.  It's for me, but hopefully you like it, too.
George Harrison ("Give Me Love, Give Me Peace on Earth")

Day 2. A Love Story ($15) and George Harrison

I've had a leftover piece of cardboard sitting around for quite awhile.  I liked the shape of it--it was from a box flap of a Williams-Sonoma "Baked" mix.  (You know, Baked, right?  Matt Lewis' and Renato Poliafito's fantastic bakery in Brooklyn-- http://www.bakednyc.com/.)  Anyway, I saved this little piece of cardboard. I had bought a paper puncher that made little curly-q designs, and I tried it out on the cardboard.  Interesting I thought.  I decided to paint it lime green, but still didn't know where it was heading. Finally, about 8 months later, and sick of it hanging around in its mostly naked state, I painted it on either side and strung it up.  It is now a love story.

Natasha:  "Reginald, I love you for your killer sideburns and your fabulous purple, Prince-like jacket that would look fabulous on me."

Reginald:  "Natasha, I love you for your Angelina Jolie-like jawline and for your purple eyeshadow which matches my purple, Prince-like jacket--complete with hanky.  We're made for each other."

People have made relationships out of less... (-;

On another note, I just happened to catch Martin Scorsese's HBO documentary, "George Harrison:  Living in the Material World" from 2011. It's the 3rd time I've seen it, but it captivates me as if it's completely brand new.  Sometimes I sit and draw images/faces while I watch a movie.  They are fast sketches and because the film's images are moving so quickly, often a sketch will contain several different shots of one person or different features of several people.  In one of my drawings, I have a cap of Yoko Ono, a body and chair out of my imagination, and a pattern from the quick shot of a doorway.

The documentary, (both parts I and II), is so beautiful.  The largest gift I get from it is George's search for getting something deeper than material things out of this journey on earth.  His yearning to connect with a pathway that leads to enlightenment, whatever that may mean to each of us, and which for him was being a spiritual being.  I find great comfort in his matter-of-fact stance that everything must change.  "You have to change.  That's what the physical world is about," he says. 

So, when I'm sad as I watch things slip away, people move away, I'm going to try to remember his calm belief in the fact that "All Things Must Pass."