Tuesday, November 11, 2008

The passenger


Según pasan las luces y las ruedas de los coches sisean sobre el asfalto mojado, yo me dejo llevar.

También me he dejado llevar por esta serie de bosques mágicos, de tal manera, que a veces me siento como si estas obras no saliesen de mi mente. ¿Os pasa también?
Ahora mismo, sentada frente al ordenador, a punto de comenzar un cuadro nuevo, me debato entre hacer una pieza grande o varias pequeñas. Por algun motivo hay días que desmenuzo el cuadro y otros necesito un paisaje ante mí.
Me siento una pasajera.

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As lights and hissing wheels on wet pavement pass, I let myself be driven.

Somehow I've felt driven all along the magic forests series, so much that sometimes I've felt almost as if these drawings weren't coming out of my own mind. Does it happen to you too?
Right now, sitting in front of my computer, about to start a new piece today, I'm dubious about making a big one or several little ones. For some reason some days I shred a painting in pieces, while some other days I need a complete view up there.
I feel like the passenger.


Today's music:
Iggy Pop



20 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love being a passenger when the rain is falling outside.

AH! said...

Qué fotos más bonitas... cómo disfruto de los viajes en coche(con cierta confianza )en que los silencios no son incómodos y puedo soñar,pensar..

Anonymous said...

Puff.. es que que te lleven y de mientras ir durmiendo o dormitando es todo un placer... Viva el zanganismo!!

Nata Hernández said...

Conozco esa sensación, pero a lo Siouxsie & the Banshees.

Cannelle Et Vanille said...

me pasa, me pasa a menudo y me encanta esa sensacion. y me encanta "i am a passenger" de iggy.

Miss Rosenthal said...

Déjate llevar con ese cuadro y que él decida de qué tamaño quiere ser...
Un beso (mi post de hoy lo firmamos a medias, vale?)

Anairam said...

Great photos - and yes, I sometimes experience that feeling of arriving at the end of the journey (whatever it was - a project, a journal page, a conversation) and not quite knowing how it all happened! Usually it's a good feeling though - of giving control over to something else ...

Anonymous said...

A mi me cuesta tanto dejarme llevar... y eso que uso el transporte público todos los días. Sin embargo (o tal vez por eso) soy capaz de echarme la siesta en el tren sin pasarme de parada...

Anonymous said...

A mi me cuesta tanto dejarme llevar... y eso que uso el transporte público todos los días. Sin embargo (o tal vez por eso) soy capaz de echarme la siesta en el tren sin pasarme de parada...

Sanne said...

i feel like that sometimes, most of the time i can put my finger on it when i look back. it is funny because i think every day i choose my own direction, maybe we are driven by a little bit more than just the will to do things maybe...

Kirsty said...

I love these photos. I call this feeling "auto pilot". It feels strange to arrive at a destination & have no recollection of the journey.

Jill said...

i put in a link to magical forest today on my blog...hope that's okay. for me, it takes a lot of mental energy to start a new piece or design. then once it's underway, i can't stop myself from working.

Christine Clemmensen said...

Such a vulnerable post. In the best and beautifullest of ways.
Nice coherrence - being driven, in the rain and by your hand.
It certainly happens to me too. There is a flow-feeling about working that way, that I simply adore.
Beautiful post.

Alexandra Hedberg said...

that's interesting - being the passenger when you create. It doesn't happen to me.Though sometimes I think I arrive at some results out of pure luck. Afterwards I'm amazed I made the art piece.

I never decide ahead of time what the art piece is going to be though - I improvise on the way. I let the painting lead - is that similar to be in the passenger seat?

Katrina said...

i love being a passenger on a long road trip. the way the mind travels out the window and farther out to the horizon. yes, yes. i think it is best when i can be a passenger to my own inspiration. lately i've been driving to deadlines, but to be a passenger to the process is my ultimate goal. lovely photos here too.

lisa solomon said...

i am a passenger... and i ride and i ride.... through the city so bright....

being a passenger is good :)

Myself said...

Precioso post! Aqui tb tenemos estos dias de lluvia y suelo mojado... la música es siempre una aliada para dejarse llevar, y sobretodo si se escucha en silencio...

Evas House said...

Esti,la del post anterior soy yo, pero con una cuenta ficticia de mi marido...je,je,je..

Anonymous said...

When we were young, we used to attend to motorcycle races in Madrid, and I could be the happiest passenger hanging from side to side on the backseat of a big bike. During our music years, we would get into the van after the shows and drive without thinking on the consequences. Nowadays, I rather do the driving and try to take control of the situation. It happens the same in other situations in my life. I guess I no longer like being a passenger.

Cuando era un chaval íbamos a Madrid a ver las carreras de motos. Eramos felices e inconscientes y podía ir de copiloto llendo a todo lo que daban las motos. En nuestra epoca de músicos, nos montábamos en la furgo después de los conciertos sin pensar en las consecuencias.
Hoy en día prefiero ser yo quien conduzca y tenga el control de la situación. Ocurre lo mismo en muchas facetas de mi vida. Creo que ya no me gusta ser un pasajero.

Anonymous said...

Ahora que lo dices yo he notado lo mismo ultimamente al acabar los conciertos. De hecho creo que ha sido un punto de inflexión...