Tag: art

  • The Color of Art

    The Color of Art

    When in Rome, do as the Romans do. This instruction suggests that one ought to participate in an environment’s modus operandi. For example, find yourself in Portland? Drink coffee and ride a bike (though maybe not simultaneously). I like this expression and employ it regularly, though I’ve since debased it to the point of being…

  • A Roadmap to Fairyland: an “On Fairy-Stories” Analysis

    A Roadmap to Fairyland: an “On Fairy-Stories” Analysis

    The road to Faërie is a perilous one. For starters, the realm itself is indescribable (though not imperceptible). If we are to commit to this journey, “we must travel hopefully if we are to arrive.” While in early development of The Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkien wrote an essay titled On Fairy-Stories in which…

  • Fever Dreams & Delusions of Grandeur – Part 2

    Fever Dreams & Delusions of Grandeur – Part 2

    “Dark have been my dreams of late,” King Theoden says, triumphing against depression as Gandalf literally shows him the light, “but I feel as one new-awakened.” The more I read and live, the more I realize that the meaning of life is art. Centering art as the meaning of life entails the following prescriptions: 1)…

  • Art not Power

    Art not Power

    J.R.R. Tolkien was a prolific letter writer, so much so that there is an entire tome compiling his correspondence. In Letter 131, Tolkien writes that “[Elvish] ‘magic’ is Art… and its object is Art not Power, sub-creation not domination.” Distilling this into a theme of Art versus Power, this magic of Tolkien had already meant…

  • For the Professor

    For the Professor

    January 3rd, and my country has invaded another and kidnapped its president. The flame of hope withers within me, and I think back to last time this happened.  This coincides with (ever-present) thoughts of rewatching Lord of the Rings. Today happens to be the Professor’s birthday, and I remember the hope the movies kindle, so…

  • Repetition

    Repetition

    At the end of all things there existed the Last: a group of beings all on their own, floating in the remnants of Space, but beings, sentient, nonetheless. What exactly they were is unknown: tales are told of these great Wanderers, alone among the Stars, but tales, myths, nonetheless. Time collides – the Last were,…