Somehow, without much warning, the year is halfway over. The last few months, weeks, days, and seconds have been a rollercoaster as usual, with good times and bad times filling up the pages of my still half empty diary. There have been days when all I wanted to do was watch Netflix, and others when running around from one side of town to the other seemed like a perfectly successful outing. It's been a struggle to stay on top of all my projects lately, as I'm now juggling this blog, two freelance copywriting writing jobs, my music (follow me on Spotify <3), being a dog mom, and now a trip to California.
I got on a plane to America on June 1st. Usually, flying makes me happy, but now as an adult I'm feeling a sensation of nostalgia about the whole ordeal. The flight to Munich was exceptionally short and the layover typically uneventful. I was saddened to find myself unenthused by the atmosphere at the airport. Somehow all the people and their luggage didn’t give me those chills of a jet set adventure the way they used to when I was a teen. Instead, I only found myself alone with my thoughts and lack there of. Eventually I put on headphones and let my muscles do their work in bopping my head around and legs into rhythmic spasms. Some people noticed me and their reactions made me curious. One man smiled to himself after he thought I looked away. A woman looked at me with scorn, as if to say I am exactly what she does not appreciate of my generation.
At the end of the line to the next plane, I pressed my boarding pass over the green light and watched the gates welcome me on board. Unsure what to do with myself, I read a few interviews from the second edition of Tallulah art magazine sent to me from Daniel Dunt, the Chief Curator. In reading about the process of several middle aged artists I found a sense of relief. A strange kind of calm came over me as if to say, “you’re going to be okay.” Because if there's one thing in my life that's remained constant throughout the shifting seasons of youth and adulthood, it's been my love of art. I am undoubtedly a creative being and appreciating other creative works is a sort of necessity for any artist's sanity. Seeing and learning about art invigorates critical thinking skills and gives a new perspective on life's meaning. I may sound like I'm being deep or trying to say something smart here, but I'm really just being honest.
That’s something about modern art that classical art doesn’t seem to do for me… modern art makes me look inside of myself and my immediate surroundings, my significance in the modern world, as opposed to the more traditional themes of classical art (which I do love, don’t get me wrong) that focus on humanity, faith, and the nature of time. Some artists whose work featured in this second edition of Tallulah magazine I recommend you check out right now:
- Sander Steins - Mixed media as I imagine it should be, Stein's work seems to be constantly evolving in the viewer's mind. I especially like his use of color.
- Philippe Laferriere - Free flowing watercolor studies of nude male and female models, this art is something I can imagine hanging in a well lit living room somewhere in Brooklyn.
- Tameka Norris - According to the description Tameka is an artist in all senses of the word. She's an inspiring woman whose art is aesthetically pleasing and whose story is inspiring. I hope to read about her further in a future issue.
- Miguel Laino - Influenced by Salvador Dali, but with the brushstrokes of a modern Rene Magritte, Laino's paintings are my very favorite. The interview with the artist is refreshing, particularly his feelings on how art affects each viewer differently. I would like to see his paintings in a 1950's wooden panel house.
As Daniel mentions in his story about Miguel Laino and the four hours he spent at the artist’s studio, “what does a studio look like?” My studio is the living room coffee table. I have a desk in the office, but for some reason sitting on the rug below the table Tomy and I made together just feels better. I do more work there, I get ideas there. People like me aren’t like the rest. Sometimes we are weird, sometimes we are sad, and sometimes we confuse ourselves… but it’s okay. Artists have always been this way. I’m not Picasso, and I’m certainly no Michael Jackson (I wish!), but I do consider myself an artist.
And so, I would like to thank Daniel and the rest of the Tallulah team for the wonderful inspiration in this latest edition of the magazine. The presentation is impeccable and the selection is truly in tune with the melancholic summer vibes us oddballs appreciate so much. I particularly love the colorful sheets used to complement the mood of the featured paintings and artworks. Just like last time, I’m feeling inspired, albeit in a slightly different direction. Instead of inspiring me to simply create art, I am moved and compelled to create more art for me. Again, thank you.