creative musings: “art is one gone gone gone”

creative musings [dragon]
“art is one gone gone gone”
art & video by jennifer kiley
“gone gone gone”
music by D.L. Silk/Phillip Phillips
post Saturday 9th August 2014

it is what it is. hope some one sees something in the abstract.

art is one gone gone gone – d.l. silk & art jennifer kiley

my way of release & relaxing & being creative along with my words. <3 jkm

“gone gone gone”
by phillip phillips

When life leaves you high and dry
I’ll be at your door tonight
If you need help, if you need help.
I’ll shut down the city lights,
I’ll lie, cheat, I’ll beg and bribe
To make you well, to make you well.

When enemies are at your door
I’ll carry you away from war
If you need help, if you need help.
Your hope dangling by a string
I’ll share in your suffering
To make you well, to make you well.

Give me reasons to believe
That you would do the same for me.

And I would do it for you, for you.
Baby, I’m not moving on
I’ll love you long after you’re gone.
For you, for you.
You will never sleep alone.
I’ll love you long after you’re gone
And long after you’re gone, gone, gone.

When you fall like a statue
I’m gon’ be there to catch you
Put you on your feet, you on your feet.
And if your well is empty
Not a thing will prevent me.
Tell me what you need, what do you need?

I surrender honestly.
You’ve always done the same for me.

So I would do it for you, for you.
Baby, I’m not moving on,
I’ll love you long after you’re gone.
For you, for you.
You will never sleep alone.
I’ll love you long after you’re gone
And long after you’re gone, gone, gone.

You’re my back bone.
You’re my cornerstone.
You’re my crutch when my legs stop moving.
You’re my head start.
You’re my rugged heart.
You’re the pulse that I’ve always needed.
Like a drum, baby, don’t stop beating.
Like a drum, baby, don’t stop beating.
Like a drum, baby, don’t stop beating.
Like a drum my heart never stops beating…

For you, for you.
Baby, I’m not moving on.
I’ll love you long after you’re gone.
For you, for you.
You will never sleep alone.
I’ll love you long after you’re gone.
For you, for you.
Baby, I’m not moving on,
I’ll love you long after you’re gone.
For you, for you.
You will never sleep alone.
I’ll love you long, long after you’re gone.

Like a drum, baby, don’t stop beating.
Like a drum, baby, don’t stop beating.
Like a drum, baby, don’t stop beating.
Like a drum my heart never stops beating for you.

And long after you’re gone, gone, gone.
I’ll love you long after you’re gone, gone, gone.

“Yellow Sticky Notes” – A Short Film

i heart short films
“Yellow Sticky Notes” - A Short Film

Post by Jennifer Kiley

Post Friday 25 July 2014

I <3 SHORT FILMS

 

 

this video on animating “yellow sticky notes” is brilliant
the creativity & art that develops is enjoyable to view

here, i give to you “yellow sticky notes”

“Yellow Sticky Notes” - Canadian Anijam

Signed Yellow Sticky Notes Collection 2007-2013 DVD only $10 available at: yellowstickynotesanijam.com Includes Yellow Sticky Notes | Canadian Anijam and 35 min. of films and bonus content. All proceeds support the Yellow Sticky Note Foundation which teaches classical animation workshops to kids.

Please tip to help support the Yellow Sticky Notes Foundation, which on top of teaching animation workshops, will also support the creation of more anijams with animators from around the world. Please message me if you would like to animate in future Yellow Sticky Notes Anijams! Watch my original Yellow Sticky Notes (2007) animated film at: vimeo.com/57726655

Facebook: facebook.com/yellowstickynotesanijam
Twitter: @meditatingbunny
Studio website: meditatingbunny.com
Instagram: instagram.com/meditatingbunny
Read artist statements and see photos of the anijam animators at: yellowstickynotesanijam.com

An ‘Anijam’ is a collaborative animation where various artists create individual short animated segments that are linked together to make one larger film.

For the first time in Canadian history, 15 of Canada’s most acclaimed independent animators have come together to create a collaborative animated film. Yellow Sticky Notes | Canadian Anijam is an innovative and global approach to animation filmmaking and unites animators from coast to coast, from Vancouver to Halifax and all parts in between, to self reflect on one day of their lives using only 4×6 inch yellow sticky notes, a black pen and animation meditation.

Featuring animation from the original Anijam creator Marv Newland along with Oscar® winners Alison Snowden and David Fine and Academy Award® nominees Cordell Barker, Janet Perlman, Chris Hinton, and Paul Driessen. To create the film, the animators were asked to self-reflect through animation on personal and global events that impacted one day of their lives.

Each of the animators created their sequence without knowing what the other participants were creating. Starting with a ‘to do’ list written on the day of a memorable event, the animators transitioned from text to imagery by utilizing ‘animation meditation’ to create a visually animated poem representing how their lives were affected by that pivotal day. In the end, the thousands of sticky note drawings are linked together to create a dynamic and inspirational animated film that connects the human spirit while celebrating individual artistic expression with the goal of inspiring future generations of animators.

“The Known and the Unknown” #1

a writer's word polished or rawThe Known and the Unknown – #1
Excerpts from the Essay “Fail Safe”
Written by Debbie Millman
Post by Jennifer Kiley
Post Sunday 20th July 2014
The Essay titled “Fail Safe”
Taken From Anthology
Look Both Ways: Illustrated Essays
on the Intersection of Life and Design

Debbie Millman is an Artist
Strategist & Interviewer

“Fail Safe”  The Essay-Explores Existential Skills-Living With Uncertainty-Embracing The Unfamiliar-Allowing For Not Knowing-Cultivating What John Keats Famously Termed “Negative Capability”

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The Known and the Unknown – #1

For most of my life I followed
a safe path. I remember in vivid
detail the moment I began the
journey August 1983, the hot
MUGGY SUMMER OF
“SYNCHRONICITY”
and
“MODERN LOVE.”
A few months out of
COLLEGE
I stood on the corner of
seventh avenue and
BLEEKER STREET
IN NEW YORK City
wearing pastel-blue balloon
trousers, a hot PINK V-neck
T-shirt
and
bright White Capezio Oxfords.
I lingered at the intersection
peering deep into my future
contemplating the choice
between the secure
and the uncertain
between the creative
and the LOGICAL…

- Debbie Millman

blk & wht fluid abstract painting

“The Known and the Unknown” Part 1 - Jennifer Kiley

Remember

“Do What You LOVE

“A Thousand Kisses Deep”

creative musings [dragon]

“A Thousand Kisses Deep”

Poem Written & Read by Leonard Cohen

Post by Jennifer Kiley

Post Saturday 12th July 2014

 

Sony – Two Worlds

“That’s What I Heard You Say”
Original Poem Written & Read by Leonard Cohen

Don’t matter if the road is long
Don’t matter if it’s steep
Don’t matter if the page is gone
It’s written that we’ll meet.
I loved you when you opened
like a lily to the heat
and I love you when it closes
a thousand kisses deep.

I know you had to lie to me
I know you had to cheat
You learned it on your father’s knee
and at your mother’s feet.
But did you have to fight your way
across the burning street
where all our vital interests lay
a thousand kisses deep…

[the rest of poem below is Not on video]

Don’t matter if you’re rich and strong
Don’t matter if you’re weak
Don’t matter if you write a song
The nightingales repeat
Don’t matter if it’s nine to five
Or timeless and unique
You ditch your life to stay alive
A thousand kisses deep

I hear their voices in the wine
That sometimes did me seek
The band is playing Auld Lang Syne
But the heart will not retreat
There’s no forsaking what you love
No existential leap
As witnessed here in time and blood
A thousand kisses deep

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In Bed The Kiss - Artist Toulouse Lautrec

 

“Lila” – A Short FIlm

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“Lila - A Short Film

Post by Jennifer Kiley

Post Wednesday 9th July 2014

 

I <3 SHORT FILMS

Music No Speaking. She draws her world the way she sees it or wants it to be. 

The certainty of reality is confounding. No one’s imagination should be called into question when determining reality

sometimes i feel realityis what we believe it to be

the young woman has the touch of magic and with her colors she turns real color into something imaginative and real to her

be delighted at the visual imagery she creates smile at the joy she draws into the world

“lila” transforms the real world through her drawings into the reality of her images

even though i tell you you may not be able to imagine exactly what i mean until you experience it for yourself

here, i give you “lila

Lila – Carlos Lascano

Lila is the character of a short film that somehow completes a sort of aesthetic trilogy I have started in 2008 with “A short love story in Stop Motion” ( vimeo.com/877053 ) and then followed in 2011 with “A shadow of blue” ( vimeo.com/29573040 ) I had the pleasure to have the talented Sandy Lavallart composing this beautiful music sandylavallart.com  You can take a look at the backstage here: vimeo.com/75723266

Private Moments #64 – “Get Out of My Head”

private moments in paintings & poetryPrivate Moments #64: “Get Out of My Head
Poem Written by Jennifer Kiley
For Private Writings: Chapter #64 - “Get It Out of My Head”

PaintingHeart Spirals” by Jk McCormack
Post Monday 2nd June 2014

“For that fine madness still he did retain,
Which rightly should possess a poet’s brain.”
~Michael Drayton~ (1563-1631)

heart spirals - jk mccormack (c) jkm 2014

Heart Spirals - Jk McCormack (c) jkm 2008

hands reaching out into rain

“Get Out of My Head”
By Madison Taylor
25th November 2008

Get out of my head
You’re invading my space
Don’t like people
Getting up in my face
It’s a disgrace
To be so blown away
While life treats the delicate
Like they’re a disease
No sympathy please

People starving
Some living in peace
Excess food remaining
Governments complaining
Where’s the human generosity
When all could partake
In the grandest feast
If the world learned sharing
Hope ain’t filled with caring
We’re keenly in need of serenity
So Peace will abound

I feel the pressure’s back inside my head
Seeing how futility feeds the rage
Depending on “them”
The strangers of kindness”
Not knowing who’s giving
Wanting to believe in Hope
Where there is none
Smile when all I see is sadness

Death waits patiently
So we need overwhelmingly
To believe the darkness will fade
And the light will find its way

© madison taylor 2008

candle flame flickering gif

Until - by James Conlee

garden waterfall private gazebo overgrown 4pmip&p

“Doorway to a Place of Enchantment”

“Creating is having the courage
to allow the seer into the private
moments of our imaginative lives.”

— Jkm the secret keeper
aka Jennifer Kiley McCormack

red-heart-for mj ghost 1

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“On the Pulse of the Morning”

poetry out loud - day title saturday

“On the Pulse of the Morning”

Poem Written by Maya Angelou

Post Created by Jennifer Kiley

Post Saturday 31st May 2014


Maya Angelou -“On the Pulse of the Morning”

“On the Pulse of the Morning”
Written by Maya Angelou
Spoken at President Clinton’s
First Inauguration 1993

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon.
The dinosaur, who left dry tokens
Of their sojourn here
On our planet floor,
Any broad alarm of their hastening doom
Is lost in the gloom of dust and ages.

But today, the Rock cries out to us, clearly, forcefully,
Come, you may stand upon my
Back and face your distant destiny,
But seek no haven in my shadow.

I will give you no more hiding place down here.

You, created only a little lower than
The angels, have crouched too long in
The bruising darkness,
Have lain too long
Face down in ignorance.

Your mouths spilling words
Armed for slaughter.

The Rock cries out today, you may stand on me,
But do not hide your face.

Across the wall of the world,
A River sings a beautiful song,
Come rest here by my side.

Each of you a bordered country,
Delicate and strangely made proud,
Yet thrusting perpetually under siege.

Your armed struggles for profit
Have left collars of waste upon
My shore, currents of debris upon my breast.

Yet, today I call you to my riverside,
If you will study war no more. Come,

Clad in peace and I will sing the songs
The Creator gave to me when I and the
Tree and the stone were one.

Before cynicism was a bloody sear across your
Brow and when you yet knew you still
Knew nothing.

The River sings and sings on.

There is a true yearning to respond to
The singing River and the wise Rock.

So say the Asian, the Hispanic, the Jew
The African and Native American, the Sioux,
The Catholic, the Muslim, the French, the Greek
The Irish, the Rabbi, the Priest, the Sheikh,
The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher,
The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher.
They hear. They all hear
The speaking of the Tree.

Today, the first and last of every Tree
Speaks to humankind. Come to me, here beside the River.

Plant yourself beside me, here beside the River.

Each of you, descendant of some passed
On traveler, has been paid for.

You, who gave me my first name, you
Pawnee, Apache and Seneca, you
Cherokee Nation, who rested with me, then
Forced on bloody feet, left me to the employment of
Other seekers- desperate for gain,
Starving for gold.

You, the Turk, the Swede, the German, the Scot…
You the Ashanti, the Yoruba, the Kru, bought
Sold, stolen, arriving on a nightmare
Praying for a dream.

Here, root yourselves beside me.

I am the Tree planted by the River,
Which will not be moved.

I, the Rock, I the River, I the Tree
I am yours- your Passages have been paid.

Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need
For this bright morning dawning for you.

History, despite its wrenching pain,
Cannot be unlived, and if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.

Lift up your eyes upon
The day breaking for you.

Give birth again
To the dream.

Women, children, men,
Take it into the palms of your hands.

Mold it into the shape of your most
Private need. Sculpt it into
The image of your most public self.
Lift up your hearts
Each new hour holds new chances
For new beginnings.

Do not be wedded forever
To fear, yoked eternally
To brutishness.

The horizon leans forward,
Offering you space to place new steps of change.
Here, on the pulse of this fine day
You may have the courage
To look up and out upon me, the
Rock, the River, the Tree, your country.

No less to Midas than the mendicant.

No less to you now than the mastodon then.

Here on the pulse of this new day
You may have the grace to look up and out
And into your sister’s eyes, into
Your brother’s face, your country
And say simply
Very simply
With hope
Good morning.

- Maya Angelou -

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MAYA ANGELOU
1928 – 2014
R.I.P.

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