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The ptotem for May is the owl.
Submissions of original owl images
should be sent to pterobones@gmail.com
no later than April 25th. All submissions
will be included in May's Ptero Heart.
Submissions of original owl images
should be sent to pterobones@gmail.com
no later than April 25th. All submissions
will be included in May's Ptero Heart.
1. Snake
2. Coyote
3. Cow
4. Deer
5. Llama
6. Bat
7. Crab
8. Owl
9. Seahorse
10. Shark
11. Raccoon
12. Pterosaur
2. Coyote
3. Cow
4. Deer
5. Llama
6. Bat
7. Crab
8. Owl
9. Seahorse
10. Shark
11. Raccoon
12. Pterosaur
| this month: Insurgent Arts of PAUL IMAGINE |
DEAR READER:
The real reason this issue is late hitting the web is because I have
been writing a song. I love to write songs. I grew up in a
songwriting household, and I have written quite a few by now.
Most of my compositions were written when I was about twenty
and could hear more accurately. Then I became engrossed in
other projects, and I took nearly a decade off from songwriting.
In the past few years I have picked up the guitar, starting over,
and have been getting my style back together. And it looks
different. But, still looks like me.
For about two weeks now, I have not been able to resist the urge
to play. For hours at a time. Before I head to work in the
morning. And on every lunch break I pedal home. After each
long day at the office. I come into my nest, unlatch my guitar
case, and warm up my wretched voice until I am able to express
what I am feeling through sound. I marry together the
instrument of my voice with the instrument of guitar. It is
layering, like dancing, or like playing a video game, but only
with the imagery of the mind. The pictures of music.
Sometimes at three in the morning, using the pad of my thumb
rather than the nail to muffle the volume, I play through the
strings and match them with the vibrations coming from my
vocal cords, through my chest, through my belly meeting the
body of the guitar. With my hearing loss, recognizing the
vibration is the only way to proofread the music I am making. It
is becoming an interesting journey, but I have decided not to
give up creating music just because of my related sensory
disability. It just means too much to me. I must let my voice
ring out.
We humans have a few special mammal powers, namely our
thumbs and brains. We have a special ability to intricately
record, build, and tell stories. One generation needs not discover
the shaping fire, rain, air, or earth firsthand. We learn by
winning, so we create in order to celebrate. We learn from
disaster, and so we also create in order to warn. To leave a trail.
We should be fair to the future. In order to do this, I believe we
should constantly challenge our own understanding of life.
Never underestimate the power of changing your mind. It tries
most stubbornly, most intellectually, to be unbudgeable.
I believe in certain inalienable rights, granted to me by the
simple fact of my existence in this universe. I believe I will
believe in them no matter who has erected authority above me,
true, false or imagined, past or present.
I believe I have a vigorous right to live. I believe I have a right
to do what I want. I believe I have a right to privacy. That being
said, I believe I must not harm anyone else's right to live a
healthy life. I believe I will be held responsible by my people for
my public actions, and I believe I should have a say in holding
others responsible for theirs. I believe I must protect that which
I want to remain private.
It is good to lay out that in which you believe, with words, or
images, or sounds, spoken through your own choice ingredients.
Art is an odd position to take. It is equally easy to belittle artists
as it is to revere them. I am in favor of revering more than
belittling. We revere art in children and it makes them glow.
Why should any of us ever stop creating?
I want to honor the process of making an image that represents a
feeling toward a particular moment in our timeline. The
historian in me agrees, the writer in me agrees, the artist in me
agrees, my spirit agrees. Create something that says something
you truly know. The key is to create first, come to realize what
you are saying second.
If you use your experiences to create art, someone, perhaps very
different from you, may give your viewpoint a chance. If even
for a moment, they may just think. Think. How does a human
arrive at a work of art, a work of life, with this particular view?
I am sure I feel differently than Paul Imagine on many topics.
For example, I do not think I will be including toilets or flying
bits of drool in my own art constructions. I do, however, agree
with Paul about freedom of speech. I feel that if I have
discovered something, and if I should feel the need to bounce it
off the hive of society, then I should by all means be able.
No doubt I will be taking my own path to my own microphone,
just as he does. The imagery that Paul produces always makes
me consider and reconsider where I stand on my chunk of
planet, which, in my opinion, should be the goal of every
intelligent being standing here with me. Especially artists.
Use your VOICE!
Enjoy,
Luna Taylor
p.s. You will find the lyrics to my new song posted in the Verse
of this month's Ptero Heart.
The real reason this issue is late hitting the web is because I have
been writing a song. I love to write songs. I grew up in a
songwriting household, and I have written quite a few by now.
Most of my compositions were written when I was about twenty
and could hear more accurately. Then I became engrossed in
other projects, and I took nearly a decade off from songwriting.
In the past few years I have picked up the guitar, starting over,
and have been getting my style back together. And it looks
different. But, still looks like me.
For about two weeks now, I have not been able to resist the urge
to play. For hours at a time. Before I head to work in the
morning. And on every lunch break I pedal home. After each
long day at the office. I come into my nest, unlatch my guitar
case, and warm up my wretched voice until I am able to express
what I am feeling through sound. I marry together the
instrument of my voice with the instrument of guitar. It is
layering, like dancing, or like playing a video game, but only
with the imagery of the mind. The pictures of music.
Sometimes at three in the morning, using the pad of my thumb
rather than the nail to muffle the volume, I play through the
strings and match them with the vibrations coming from my
vocal cords, through my chest, through my belly meeting the
body of the guitar. With my hearing loss, recognizing the
vibration is the only way to proofread the music I am making. It
is becoming an interesting journey, but I have decided not to
give up creating music just because of my related sensory
disability. It just means too much to me. I must let my voice
ring out.
We humans have a few special mammal powers, namely our
thumbs and brains. We have a special ability to intricately
record, build, and tell stories. One generation needs not discover
the shaping fire, rain, air, or earth firsthand. We learn by
winning, so we create in order to celebrate. We learn from
disaster, and so we also create in order to warn. To leave a trail.
We should be fair to the future. In order to do this, I believe we
should constantly challenge our own understanding of life.
Never underestimate the power of changing your mind. It tries
most stubbornly, most intellectually, to be unbudgeable.
I believe in certain inalienable rights, granted to me by the
simple fact of my existence in this universe. I believe I will
believe in them no matter who has erected authority above me,
true, false or imagined, past or present.
I believe I have a vigorous right to live. I believe I have a right
to do what I want. I believe I have a right to privacy. That being
said, I believe I must not harm anyone else's right to live a
healthy life. I believe I will be held responsible by my people for
my public actions, and I believe I should have a say in holding
others responsible for theirs. I believe I must protect that which
I want to remain private.
It is good to lay out that in which you believe, with words, or
images, or sounds, spoken through your own choice ingredients.
Art is an odd position to take. It is equally easy to belittle artists
as it is to revere them. I am in favor of revering more than
belittling. We revere art in children and it makes them glow.
Why should any of us ever stop creating?
I want to honor the process of making an image that represents a
feeling toward a particular moment in our timeline. The
historian in me agrees, the writer in me agrees, the artist in me
agrees, my spirit agrees. Create something that says something
you truly know. The key is to create first, come to realize what
you are saying second.
If you use your experiences to create art, someone, perhaps very
different from you, may give your viewpoint a chance. If even
for a moment, they may just think. Think. How does a human
arrive at a work of art, a work of life, with this particular view?
I am sure I feel differently than Paul Imagine on many topics.
For example, I do not think I will be including toilets or flying
bits of drool in my own art constructions. I do, however, agree
with Paul about freedom of speech. I feel that if I have
discovered something, and if I should feel the need to bounce it
off the hive of society, then I should by all means be able.
No doubt I will be taking my own path to my own microphone,
just as he does. The imagery that Paul produces always makes
me consider and reconsider where I stand on my chunk of
planet, which, in my opinion, should be the goal of every
intelligent being standing here with me. Especially artists.
Use your VOICE!
Enjoy,
Luna Taylor
p.s. You will find the lyrics to my new song posted in the Verse
of this month's Ptero Heart.
APRIL 2010
| Welcome to the Ptero Heart of Luna Taylor |
| Letter from the Editor: Freedom of Voice |
| Featured: Poster Artist Paul Imagine |
| Ptotem: Seahorse |
| Sea Herd in the Deep Blue Indigo |
| Featured: Insurgent Arts |
| Recipe: Soup Kitchen #3 |
| next month: Chef NORIYUKI SUGIE |