“please exist, i’d appreciate it”

Working in the studio with ambient music was oh so soothing today. Giving a huge shout-out to Knytt Underground for the mood.
This piece of art will go into the “Once in a blue moon” series in progress. As always love and joy wished for you.please exist, i'd appreciate it.
Art: tierza – “Please exist, I’d appreciate it. #art #underground #ambient #abstract
Music: Knytt Underground

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i listen to my words, but they fall far below

This work of art came directly from my soul. It is muted on purpose to capture the feeling of shape shifting spirit. I experienced this, and fortunately had witness. Had I not; I still may be questioning myself.
And, ahh for the love of cover music. Jennifer O’Connor does Cat Stevens proud with her cover of one his songs. As always, I wish you love, and joy.
#art #artist #abstract #music
Art: tierza – Title: Butterfly on Hand
Music: Jennifer O’Connor covering Cat Stevens “Wind”

butterfly on hand

 

Dark clouds hound me sometimes, but i work it out

I can’t say just how much I love Timmy Reynolds. I remember seeing him solo, live in Columbus Ohio. I felt really bad as his genius was boo’d. Sad, thing was everyone who really didn’t understand his music thought they were going to a Dave Matthews Band Concert. I also was fortunate to see The Dave Matthews Band multiple times in Columbus Ohio. I loved it when he kicked off his tour, and had tickets for two nights. TWO separate play lists. So many things in these lyrics are true for me, in the present, where I sit and ponder. The art I created is a bit dark; unlike the bright and shiny pieces that thrill me to make. I am exploring, searching; and thankfully finding answers. Lyrics from this song will be at the end of the post.
As ever I wish you joy and love. #art #artist #exploring #TimReynolds #DMB

dark clouds may hound me sometimes, but i work it out

“Dancing Nancies”

“Could I have been
A parking lot attendant
Could I have been
A millionaire in Bel Air
Could I have been
Lost Somewhere in Paris
Could I have been
You’re little brother
Could I have been
Anyone other than me
Could I have been
Anyone other than me
Could I have been
Anyone

He stands touch his hair his shoes untied
Tongue gaping stare
Could I have been a magnet for money?
Could have been anyone other than me?
Twenty three and so tired of life
Such a shame to throw it all away
The images grow darker still
Could I have been anyone other than me?

Then I look up at the sky
My mouth is open wide lick and taste
What’s the use in worrying, what’s the use in hurrying
Turn turn we almost become dizzy

I am who I am who I am well who am I
Requesting some enlightenment
Could I have been anyone other than me
And then I’ll

Sing and dance
I’ll play for you tonight
The thrill of it all
Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes
But I’ll work it out
And then I
Look up at the sky
My mouth is open wide lick and taste
What’s the use in worrying, what’s the use in hurrying
Turn turn we almost become dizzy

Falling out of a world of lies
Could I have been a dancing Nancy a dancing Nancy
Could I have been anyone other than me?”