When everything's working right, you become transfixed by the notes and chords and the beautiful spaces in between. In the center of it, with the drums, bass and guitar all around you, the earth falls away and it's just you and your crew creating this forward motion, this undeniable, magical stuff that can move ten thousand people to snap free of life's miseries and get up and dance and scream and feel just fine.
– DONALD FAGEN, EMINENT HIPSTERS; ©2013 DONALD FAGEN
Here was a narrative that I could place myself inside, that I could share with other people to help explain how I felt, especially at a time when I was a shy and fairly inarticulate teen. I could turn the volume up on their songs and that loudness matched all my panic and fear, anger and emotions that seemed up until that point to be uncontrollable, even amorphous. Bikini Kill's music really gave a form, a home, and a physicality to my teenage turmoil. Eventually I was able to harness that tumultuousness, build on it and make it my own. It's hard to express how profound it is to have your experience broadcast back to you for the first time, how shocking it feels to be acknowledged, as if your own sense of realness had only existed before as a concept. I felt like I could step inside something; it was a revelation.
– CARRIE BROWNSTEIN, HUNGER MAKES ME A MODERN GIRL; ©2015 CARRIE BROWNSTEIN
It's difficult to imagine the breaks and interruptions, the trips to the grocery store that pulled the artist away, the concessions to sleep that derailed those moments of righteous craftsmanship which came after a dozen false starts; the struggle for money to secure art supplies (and groceries) that always postponed completion one more day; the infinite number of things that conspired to prevent the work from ever coming to fruition.
The moment of realization when you sign your name to the piece is a victory over every obstacle that made this work of yours seem impossible to accomplish; the signature is a useful reminder of how many times you really have conquered hopelessness and kept on going.
A signature is a triumph, and also a kind of resignation.
Goodbye to the year of the Horse, for better and for worse.
Happy Year of the Sheep to everyone still logging on to deviantART; to everyone still doing what we've always done here: submitting art and submitting to each other's art. Michelangelo was born in a Sheep year; may his spirit abide with us for all of the next twelve months and beyond; Happy New Year, deviantART!
|Sam Raffa is an artist and graphic designer whose clients have included Book Of The Month Club and Dark Horse Comics. His paintings have hung at Le Jardin Des Arts Gallery and Royce Galleries Ltd in Colorado, and the International Art Expo New York.|
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