Stardust

So, David Bowie died yesterday… and today we all found out about it. It sucks.  He sparkled — sometimes literally.  Hell, the work he left us to enjoy for the rest of time still sparkles.

It was 4 p.m. before I checked Facebook today, and the first thing that I learned was that David Bowie not only had passed away at the age of 69 (which, let’s be fair, is the age that I think he would have wanted by his name for all time – based entirely on how cheeky it is), but he had managed to release an album saying goodbye to his fans that he put together while battling terminal cancer. He even made one specific music video as a “finale.” Check it out.

If that doesn’t say, “Keep creating art, no matter what,” nothing does.

That’s why I’m writing right now, even though I know I’m not at my best.  These words, and whatever I manage to scratch down on paper or record to video or sound, will one day be all that is left of me for everyone else. All that will be left for Henry.

You don’t have to be terribly creative to leave important parts of yourself behind for others. My Poppy put together several scrapbooks, for example. They’re filled with comics and poetry and articles that meant something to him. I’m lucky enough to have 3. And when I miss him, the contents of those scrapbooks feel like a conversation that I get to have with him through space and time. They, in many ways, remind me of Facebook, and that similarity makes me hope that when I’m gone, Henry will be able to look through the thousands of posts on my timeline when he is missing me and feel like I’m still here for him.

They also make me wish that my other grandparents had kept journals or scrapbooks. And they make me hope that my parents might have the foresight and the time to do so as well.

Today, I had so many time-travel seizures that I honestly don’t remember the day, aside from Adam letting me know that I’d found out about Bowie’s death at least 9 times. Personally, that’s 9 times too many. But, hey, if I’ve got to be shocked and saddened at someone’s demise, at least it’s an artist whose work I have enjoyed since I was a small child.

He didn’t let cancer stop him from being the artist that he was — from giving all of us fans more music and poetry to enjoy for the rest of our lives… so, I’m not going to let MS and seizure disorder stop me from creating either — even if what I’m creating seems completely mundane to me at the time. I have to remember: it’s not mental masturbation; it’s not just for me; and no one else has my point of view. It’s exactly as true for you.

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To the Daughter I May Never Have, and Anyone Else Who Gives a Damn.

My sweet child
Know that the day your life began
Was the day your real life started
You don’t need to wait for permission
to begin changing the world around you
You can’t help yourself from doing it anyway.

Make it beautiful. Make it Bloom.
Make the cars go honk and zoom.
And don’t let anyone convince you
that they have control.

None of us has the answers.
We are all missing something
and are looking for more.
It’s why we look to each other.

You are the most important person in your world.
No one in all of time and space
in any dimension at any place in history
will ever know the contents of
Your Mind And Heart
Unless You Share
By Creatively Expressing.

You are a Piece of The Puzzle of Forever
And so is everyone else.

The answer to the question of
“Why life?” is
“Why not?”

You cannot escape yourself;
No matter how hard you try.
You will always find yourself,
Right back in your skin again

And it is not a punishment.
And it is not a blessing.
If you do it right, it’s art.
And really, my darling,
You can’t do it wrong.

Now, THAT is recycling.

An elf sculpture made from engine parts by Tom Samui.

One of the things I like to do on G+ is repost pictures of art that I think is particularly eye-catching or interesting.

This sculpture immediately captured my heart. This elf was made from engine parts and was created by Tom Samui. According to the caption on G+, “The Swiss artist has created hundreds of sculptures and statues made entirely from scrap car parts. Tom Samui and his team of 15 people spend hundreds of hours building sculptures of animals, vehicles, people, fantasy creatures and furniture. (Tom Samui / Rex Features)”

There was a documentary that Adam and I watched on Netflix a few months back called Waste Land, and it was about an artist named Vik Muniz who created fine art from recyclable materials contained within the world’s largest garbage dump (which just happened to be in Brazil, for any curious folks). It was a great film!

The thing that’s really neat that I found out after the movie is that there’s a whole movement within the art world called Recyclart! People have actually taken to focusing on how to reuse materials that would otherwise be junked and have made some truly beautiful things with them. (Our fairy above is but one example!)

Check out this: How to make a non-functional light bulb into a bud vase!

I wonder what that guy would do with the new florescent bulbs…