Day 20! The moon continues to inspire me, but this time in an abstract. Creating this piece was complete joy and grooviness! And it seemed only fitting to name it after an Eagles song this week. With the full moon this weekend, a wild week of windy weather and an obsession with lunar art, this tune was running through my head:
The full moon is calling
The fever is high
And the wicked wind whispers
I don't usually post tributes for celebrities when they pass, but the death of Glenn Frey this week made me a bit misty eyed and melancholy. The Eagles have been on my turntable, in my tape deck, in my CD player and on my iTunes playlist most of my life. It all started with the "Hotel California" record album when I was in high school.
So I never had this album at home as a teenager. Every July, (yes, I said JULY) my parents would take us to Florida (yes, FLORIDA IN JULY) on vacation. I've always wondered if it was a clever way to keep teen children out of trouble - take them somewhere excessively hot and humid where they won't feel like doing anything other than floating in a 97 degree swimming pool in a lethargic daze. Anyway, one of those infamous vacations my parents bought a condominium, which was fully furnished. It had a record console (one of those big, ornate cabinets) and one record album. Yep, "Hotel California." This was before iPods, tape players or anything portable other than a transistor radio. So my sister and I listened to that one album over and over and over again that summer and the next two. And so those songs became so ingrained in my head that I remember all the lyrics to this day.
It has been decades since I listened to an entire album by any artist, as we now pick and choose individual songs, shuffle hundreds in a playlist or stream Pandora to give us a certain vibe. And it makes me wonder - am I now missing the opportunity to memorize the rock ballad of my 50's by not being stuck with one album for days on end? What unique songs am I missing by not being forced to listen to every song on an album? Hmmmm.
This abstract is my tiny tribute to a guy who was part of a band who played the music which became the soundtrack of my summers. Rock on, Glenn Frey.
Today's Adoption Event:
A two for one! These pieces are mixed media on cradled board, ready for hanging (or stacking on a bookshelf). 6 x 6 x 2. Caulk transfer, paint and ephemera. Part of a series featuring ancient symbols and personal markings.
Although they are not leash-trained and do not know any of the usual tricks, they are groovy in a way only the cool cats know. And they bring good mojo with them (which might be just as good as the ability to fetch your slippers!)
Adoption fee $25 (shipping included). Contact Jen at mailto:firstname.lastname@example.org to make adoption arrangements.